Badboy? - Badboy. *Abgebrochen*
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Last published Fri, Nov 21, 2014
Die 17 jährige Max zieht mit ihrer Mutter nach Long Beach, Californien, da sie gerade erfahren haben das ihre Mutter von ihrem Vater betrogen wurde. Dort trifft sie auf den verdammt gut aussehenden Henry, alles scheint gut, bis sie erfährt das er der Badboy der Schule ist. Na toll. Aber Henry scheint es ernst mit ihr zu meinen und so freunden sie sich immer weiter an bis es schließlich zu Liebe wird...Doch kann das mit einem Badboy wirklich gutgehen?
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