The Bad Boy Is My Stalker

The Bad Boy Is My Stalker

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Angel Ritter is a dance teacher. She is sixteen years old and she teachers younger students how to dance to hip hop. Robin Lewis, her assistant and best friend, helps her find another dance partner, someone about their age. Angel's dance partner is no other than Chase Connors, her school's bad boy. To her surprise, he's a pretty good dancer. The day after her dance class with him, some pretty strange thing been happening. Someone's stalking her! Will she find out who's stalking her or will her stalker never comes clean and admits who he really is?
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