Ink(z.m.)
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Ivy Mcgregory.She was the typical quiet,shy,insecure girl.You have probably heard of those types a lot.Cliche,huh?She was the epitamy of a nerd.I mean,you would consider glasses,stacks of books,straight-A's,and piles of sketchbooks nerdy,right?Considering she was a "nerd",she was never noticed by the boys and had next to no friends,besides her best friend.But,when Marie,Ivy's best friend,dared her to get a tattoo,Ivy never expected THAT to happen.Marie just wanted Ivy to take a chance and get a tattoo.Ivy refused to,since she has a phobia of needles-trypanophobia.Ivy,being forced by Marie,went to the parlor.She didn't expect to meet the charming,dark,and mysterious,raven-haired,olive-skinned bad boy.Zayn didn't expect to feel anything for Ivy,either.Neither of them saw it coming.They were just bonded by the ink.
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