His Silent Call for Help

His Silent Call for Help

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I knew you were bad. I knew I hated you. I knew you hated me. I knew that just breathing on you was risky. But, I also knew that there was something behind that "bad boy" look of yours. I knew that you weren't all that bad. I didn't know that you are keeping the darkest secret you can imagine. River Jones is a sarcastic,smart, and lovable girl that has an unforgettable face. She has dark skin, brown hair, and crystal blue eyes. You'd think she'd be at the top of the food chain. I guess calling Kendall Schotz a b*tch as a new girl , can ruin the "high school experience." Oh she also.. wait for it..asked August Peters for a pen. August Peters the rude, annoying, and breath takingingly gorgeous bad boy. He has one friend and other than that no one dares to even breathe on him, other than the girls. He has a dark secret that has taken over his whole life. Thankfully, his Silent Call for Help is answered by no other than River Jones.
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