The Bad Boy Game

The Bad Boy Game

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Willow is a 17 year old girl the goes to Jamieson High School for girls. Every school year her school and the one next door Henry school for boys, hold a game called the good boy game. The Jamieson school picks a senior at random to go to the boy's school for a year and at the end of that year who ever she picks gets 1 millions dollars and both of them get a year long vacation, (pre paid for). Willow is a total punk, but she does want to be called one. She has a couple tattoos: the phrase "until the very end on her right wrist, and a rose and dagger on her inner left leg. She smoke cigarettes too. And is a good protestor. (Picture of willow on cover)
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Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.

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