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Stella is back. Again. 2 years later she is back at the place she was running away from to begin with. The place her best friend died. The place her best friends brother still lurks. Can she handle it? Hatred from the one person she genuinely trusted. The death of a loved one. Her mother. Can she handle not giving away any secrets to the bad boy? Not falling for him again? Will he go beyond the hatred and see that she's still the same Stella he grew up loving? That she didn't do anything. She's not guilty. **A/N: this is most definitely a love story, your typical bad boy-soft girl story with a twist here and there and some pain**
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