The Fan Girl

The Fan Girl

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Time stood still, the first time she laid eyes on him. Her surroundings faded into a blur, as she focused on his face. His lips. Those glorious red lips that beckoned her to him. Those cheekbones. He flicked his hair and she felt her breath falter. In that moment, her life would change. He was the first boy she would ever love - and the first boy she would ever kill. Chrystal Jones doesn't fall in love. But when the handsome, local rock and roll star/notorious bad boy Finn Lennox moves to town, she can't help but take notice. However, what will happen when a secret from her past shows up to haunt her?
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Alone. A simple word that has always held many meanings to Ella, and starting her senior year at a new high school, solitude had seemed the easiest way to go. A week passed, bland and unnoticed, before her plans quickly get thrown overboard. Losing one of her most priced possessions, she finds herself making a rather simple deal with someone from school. His name, for her book. There's only one little problem; she has no idea who this person is. Laughs and tears, friends and heartbreak, and the past that comes knocking on the door. Ella faces it all as she takes on the search to find her secret admirer. ___________________ "I can't believe him after the texts, the letter, the flowers. All these months and he just tells me 'we'll talk later'", I told him, feeling absolutely frustrated. I am so damn stupid, thinking this was gonna be something special or whatever. "It isn't him", he suddenly spoke and I just rolled my eyes. He doesn't even know what he's talking about, the imbisile. "It is, you don't even know what you're talking about so shut up", I cried out, walking forth and back for the hundredth time. "Listen, I do and it isn't him", he yelled this time and I stopped walking, angrily turning to him. Can he stop just pissing me off even more? "Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" "Because it's me"

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