Good Girl
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I am a Sunday School teacher, A Preacher's daughter, Cross Country Team Coach, Chorus leader and daughter of God. I am a good girl. I go to school , come to church on Sunday, and still keep up with my Cross Country team. My life is steady and well balanced until he showed up. Luke freaking Hemmings ruined my life. He came and sent everything tumbling down. Luke Hemmings is the towns new bad boy. He refuses to do anything even remotely related to school, he hates almost everyone, and he loves to fight. Most of the time he's got bruise, cuts, or scars from a new fight. When his mom finally asks him allow Jesus into his heart for her, and he joins my bible study, will he be better (And he comes to every bible study)? Especially if he falls in love with me? What happens when my mom and dad die in a mysterious car crash? Will the elaborate Luke Hemmings finally realize the life he shattered? Or will he simply over look it? Find out in Good Girls, a punk Luke Hemmings FanFic.
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Today is my first day of a new school , I'm so happy that I didn't think anything could go wrong......but it did because life's a bitch . I was walking the hallways with my stuff that I got from the guidance office and I bump into a wall....no, not a wall....a living, breathing human . "Watch where you're going." He angrily muttered . I knew that voice anywhere. I looked up and saw him there, he stood tall in black jeans and a white t-shirt, staring at the ceiling . "Well, well, well, hello asshole." I said, glaring up at him. His eyes widened. "What the fuck are you doing here?!" He asked me. "Apparently bumping into you." I said. "I hate you!" He said. "So do I, but you know what they say... actions speak louder than words." I said punching him square in the face. He fell down holding his jaw. "I hope it hurt." I said. Then I casually walked away like nothing ever happened, hiding my bruised hand in my jacket pocket. [COMPLETED]

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