B For Bad Boy
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Evelyn Joan and Jayden Flynn was what people could label as strangers forever but not until they meet in a detention that makes their lives uphill and downhill.
Evelyn is quiet, likes designing dresses more than anything and has a brother who's a heartthrob of Northern High and the best quarterback the school ever had.
On the other hand, Jayden is chirpy, a player, and likes to mock people out of nothing and quite too handsome for his own good and with a black past he doesn't want to remember nor face through his lifetime again.
So when this two are thrown together, nothing can possibly go wrong unless they don't make their lives a cyclone mess with bike rides, adventures and ditching school with other kids.
He calls her by Queen.
She calls him by his name.
And what can people label them now that they are seen together almost everyday?
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