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What Do We Call It?
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    LECTURAS 78
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    Votos 21
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    Partes 14
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    Hora 59m
Continúa, Has publicado sep 07, 2017
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A girl named Ayla Barnes moved to a new school, with new rules, and a new town. She knows no one around. Then she meets Southern Nash High Schools 'Bad Boy'. The schools 'Bad Boy' was her guidance for the first week of school. She swore she wouldn't get involved, but things sort of take a turn for the worst. Does it get better or worst? She doesn't know what's happening? Better read to find out!
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"What are you doing here?" a male snapped at me. I opened my eyes and saw one of the most feared guys in our school, Hayden Hunter. Not far behind Hayden was his group; Asher and Archer Oakes, Lance Hickman and Nash Lawson. They were the bad boy's of the school. Asher and Archer was the mischievous guys of the group. Lance was the quiet, athletic type. Nash was the sweetheart of the group, but still ready to fight for anything, and I do mean anything. Last, but not least, Hayden. He was the strongest of the group and the leader of the group. I glared up at the male, not wanting to show any fear. "None of your damn business!" I snapped, standing up and starting to walk away. Someone grabbed my arm and slammed me again the wall. Hayden smirked at me. "You shouldn't have done that firecracker." he said. I narrowed my eye's at him. "Get's your hands off of me, Casanova. You're not my type." I snapped at him. Behind him, the boy's oohed and his right eye twitched. He leaned in, next to my ear, and whispered, "You're going to be wishing you never said that." ***** This is the second story in the 'Broken Angel' series. This is more a spin-off with Wesley being one of the main characters and the original. You do not have to read the first one, but it is advised to know some details.