The Bad Boy Who Cared.

The Bad Boy Who Cared.

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He rides a harley, She rides a penny board. He's a player, She's a trouble maker. He's a bad boy, She's a good girl gone bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meet Dylan Morgan. One of the most humble characters you could every meet. This young 17 year old girl has been through alot in life. From helping her brother in the severe bulling he takes to helping her dad pay the bills due to family problems. Meet Hunter Browne. One of the most arrogant characters you could ever meet. This young adult of 18 is the schools number 1 'Heart Thorbe'. Hunter has been a bad boy for as long as he can remember. He has had one motto through out high school has and always will be "Smash and dash!" Or so he thought?
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Harley Branson is a normal seventeen year old girl in her senior year of high school. Well, if you call wearing black and avoiding people normal. Her life takes a turn when the most popular and wanted boy in school (Flynn Skykar) hits her in the face with a baseball bat and decides to take care of her. * * * "Get off the field!,"I heard one of the guys shout. I ignored him. Danny cheated on me. I had to confront him. He was the catcher so he stooped directly behind Flynn, the batter. "Danny,"I pushed his shoulder. "What are you doing here?,"he looked up at me. Not noticing my tiny presence on the field, the ball was thrown. Flynn, that idiot, swung his bat, knocking me to the ground with one swoop. When I opened my eyes, I thought I was in heaven. The blue eyed angel was knelt down next to me, with his face above mine. "Are you dead?,"he chuckled,"I can give you mouth to mouth if you want?" And with that I got mad.

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