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Romance
Alice Sparks. A goody two-shoes student council president who has never had a relationship, nothing serious enough to call it that anyway. She also has never had a loyal friend to vent to-except her sister, of course. In comes delinquent Grant Stevens, who has been to juvie twice and knows each local police officer by name. When a teacher puts them next to each other in class, Grant is determined to change the star student. The question is, will she change him before he has the chance to? "Please don't let him sit next to me." I mumbled. "Grant you can sit... next to Ms. Sparks. Yes, it's the front row. I need to keep an eye on you." "Shit." I swore. There was like, a billion seats behind me. He approached the desk and sat down. "Hey sunshine, what's your name? No. Wait. I'm gonna call you..." He trailed off and pondered for a few seconds. I stared at him quizzically until he snapped and pointed at me. "Sugar. I'm gonna call you Sugar." I let out a long sigh. It's gonna be a long ass year.
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#1 jail #1 fight #1 criminal *** "Don't take it personal, I just like to play it safe, you know." He said, crouching down in front of me to tie each of my ankles to the chair. I couldn't move at all, especially after he duct taped even my waist to the chair. I watched him examine his work whilst he rubbed his beard and then a slow grin creeped onto his face. He bent down and put one end of the duct tape on my damn nipple, went around the chair again and ripped it off. He put the other end on my other nipple and I felt my cheeks heat up in humiliation. "Just to make sure you don't get cold again." He looked at me, his smirk slowly fading again. I gave him a hard stare. His hand reached out and fixed the glasses on my nose. Then he turned the chair so, that I was looking at the couch. He sat down, arms spread out on the back rest of the old leather couch, his eyes fixed on me again. "And now we're gonna talk." *** Belle Valery was a hardworking and rather unpopular law school student. She was almost done with school, had a structured daily schedule that consisted of waking up, going to school, going to the local library and study until she got a headache. She would walk home at night and go to sleep immediately. For almost three years that was all Belle knew and she was hoping to get her degree without further complications. But hope often differs from reality. Especially when her neighbourhood was suddenly on lockdown, because an escapee was on the loose. Belle didn't expect to one day wake up and find said escapee peacefully sleeping in her room. She didn't expect to scream and wake him up. And she didn't expect that morning to be the beginning of their incredible, yet a little complex love story. But life is always better unplanned and unexpected. "The ex jailbird and the lawyer, what a fucking pair."

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