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Chasing Possibility
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Complete, First published Jun 02, 2012
Elliot "Eli" Wesley and Lana Clarke are from two different worlds during high school. A year later after graduation, it's out with the old high school days, but Eli finds himself in a dilemma after being dumped by his girlfriend, Haley. Confused and upset by his girlfriend's sudden decision, Eli finds out that the guy Haley left him for was none other than Landon, the matured lifeguard at Santa Monica Beach. Is it not mentioned that Landon is Lana's older brother? After coming up with a plan to get close to Lana as a recoil for getting dumped, Eli hopes that doing this would make his ex-girlfriend want him back again. But what happens when Lana Clarke - the girl Eli only heard things about - ends up exposing Eli to her world she's closed off from others? That isn't suppose to be the plan, but Eli and Lana finds out more than they expected and possibly a change of heart...
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