Two drug dealing lovers
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Last published Sun, Jul 20, 2014
Marshall Lee. That, was the name of the new transfer student. Was he cute? Ugly? Perhaps stinky? No one knew. But right when he entered the doors of Ooo High, he was that one guy. You know, that one! The one who sold drugs, had parties every night, had a "IDGAF!" Motto.
(F/N) (L/N). That, was you. You were also that one girl. But in a different sense. You always smelled of coconut, studied ridiculously to please your parents, and you were ,well, popular. It made absolutely no sense that you two had met. But you did. Like it was fate.
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