Bad girl attitude
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Moi c'est Alia James, j'ai 17 ans, au lycée, tous le monde me connais comme la bad girl insolente, violente alors que qu'en réalité, je suis juste brisée de l'intérieur.
Lui, c'est Bryan Styles, il a 17 ans également, il arrive dans ce lycée en temps que nouveau mais va vite devenir le bad boy du bahut.
Il est violent, elle aussi.
Il fait de la boxe, elle fait de la boxe et du moto cross.
C'est un bad boy, c'est une bad girl.
Bref, je ne vous en dis pas plus, si vous voulez savoir la suite, allez lire mon histoire, enfin plus précisément l'histoire de Alia.
J'essaye dans cette histoire de faire le moins de fautes possible mais je ne vous garantie absolument rien.
Bref, bonne lecture les cocos !!
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