Our Bet (SLOW UPDATES!!!)

Our Bet (SLOW UPDATES!!!)

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Grace the smart beautiful nobody at school. Ash the sexy bad boy - man whore of the school They make a bet to fake date for 6 months benefiting both of them. Ash slowly start changing Grace. Something happens to Grace that is life changing. what happens when one falls of the other? what will people think? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ash leans against my locker as i get my self situated. "People are staring... its probably the whore of an outfit u picked out for me." I muttered "Their just shocked were dating." he said rolling his eyes. " And i like your outfit, everyone wears stuff like this." he said tugging on my half shirt. I grabbed the books out my locker. "Yeah well i dont." I sighed Ash slammed my locker shut drawing more attention. He then grabbed my books and put them on top of the locker. "You know i cant reach that." i said slightly irritated but he just hushed me and stepped into my space."What are you doing?" i asked looking up to him. "Lets hug, your stressed." he said shocked face where expressed and murmurs erupted. Yes.. Ash Ross had just asked for a hug. Unable to say no, I forced a smile and and wrapped my arms around his neck. Ash arm snaked around my naked waist pulling into his chest. I breathed in the smell of smoke and cologne
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Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.

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