Change ( A Jack Dail fanfiction)

Change ( A Jack Dail fanfiction)

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Jack Dail and Allison MaCall were best friends since they were in diapers. But after one day at school and one secret changed everything. Jack has the biggest crush on Allison so does she. Allison also gets bullied by Jack and his friends but one day that all changed too. He just stopped and was being one of the nicest person on earth. Will he win her back or will he stay the same?
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