Catching Love
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"Come on," I groan, "we need to leave before 'they' catch on." Darrell moans. "It's two AM." "Yeah, and they're plotting our murders next so get your fatass up and pack your shit," I order," I leave at six with or without you." "You wouldn't leave me to die," he snorts. "Try me," I say deadly serious. "Okay, damn. I'll pack." I walk back into my room and grab my spray paint. I'm already packed so I just have to do some finishing touches. I go into the living room and leave a nice note for 'them'. Your too late, bitch. ........ Allison Ray Stinger moved from New York all the way to Chicago, IL. Why? Well if she tells you that, you're already dead. Her parents were murdered, so she lives with her manager. Her walls are so strong no one can break them. No one knows anything about her except she loves softball. She is the best catcher in America. But what happens when she's not only catching softballs but catching love? Can anyone break down her wall? Will she ever open up? Or will she kept it in and crash and burn?
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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