His Rose
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Bad Boys are annoying. They only use girls for their own personal pleasure. Girls fall for their looks even when they know it's just a game. Yet when they get broken hearted they are shocked. I wouldn't fall for it though.
I did once and the worst happened. All guys are jerks. I wouldn't fall for it again. I definitely didn't plan on getting one to fall for me.
But one did.
So what did I do?
I built up my walls and guarded myself. He got to my soft part though. Then I became his Rose.
The Badboys Rose.
His Rose.
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