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You could say I hated Ryan with a passion, but that's not exactly true. You could believe he hated me just as much and that's also untrue. I would also say that I hate him strongly, but that sadly isn't the case. Ryan to me? Well, I'm not a fan. ***** When Johanna gets caught up in her Junior year of highschool, she has time for absolutely nothing. With a chance to do something fun she manages to go to a party. Let's just say she meets a guy named Ryan, and let's just say, she's not a fan.
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I was doing just fine my junior year of high school. I mean I did pick fights once in a while and my grades weren't the best, but I was doing okay. Xander was my best friend, actually my only friend. We didn't need anyone else, really. But then Ryker came back more badass than ever. I've hated him since we were children and apparently the feeling is mutual. We don't get along. He's cocky, arrogant, and downright mean. We were better off while he was gone. He should never have moved back. So, I stole his motorcycle. Then he told me not to fall for him. ~*~*~*~ I went over to the door and jumped back when it opened. Ryker came back in, pushing me up against one of the lockers. He locked his eyes on my lips and I gasped. He smirked. "Don't fall for me, Angel." With that, he stepped away from me and left again for good. What the hell? Did he honestly have the audacity to tell me not to fall in love with him? I clenched my fists, shoving the door open to confront the cocky jerk.

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