My protector
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  • Reads 2,809
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  • Parts 44
  • Time 2h 40m
Complete, First published Dec 23, 2021
"Get your hands off her right now!" I yell at the top of my lungs
"Who are you her boyfriend?" He chuckles not moving an inch.
I take a step closer and stare down at him...
"I said... get your hands.. off her!"

Before you assume this as your typical high school love story this isn't like those, well, Riley is the popular yet nerdy girl and James is the complete opposite to her, that's the same but may u give me some time to explain. 

James and Riley cross paths often as they go to the same studio but never talk to much, james has a crush on the petit brunette but keeps his mouth zipped as he believes that she is to good for him, suddenly he becomes her friend or her protector if you wish to put it like that.

And with being Riley's protector he is challenged often as everyone wants a piece of the popular female.

Do you think he will pass the test and take care of her? Or do u think he'll fail her? Maybe you may think something may spark in the process? Who knows until you start reading there journey...
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