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All that Tyler can think of after he met his mate Chloe is: "Wow. She's a model. She has a boyfriend. He is part of a famous boy-band. How the hell did I end up with her as a mate?" So the question is, how much trouble will Tyler go through to win her over?
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You have your typical 16 year old, and then you have Destiny. What happens when Destiny meets Tyler? Is it just another cliche? Or is there something real here that will bring tears? The fact that Tyler is a guy is making me nervous, and the added fact that he uses girls just to get into their pants isn't helping either. "Hey," he smirked (again), "Okay buttercup, straight to business. How about our baby's name be Chloe?" I was nodding along with when I realized that he called me something other than my name. "Buttercup?" I frowned, "I don't know if you realize this or not, but I have a name," I said quietly. "Yeah I know and its Destiny, but I prefer buttercup" he says, still smirking. "Well I don't, so cut it out. My name is Destiny, and you shall call me Destiny," I said firmly. "We'll that's not your decision now is it?" I spluttered. The nerve of that boy! "Actually it is and I would prefer you to not call me buttercup. It's Destiny!" I snapped. "Alright alright, don't get your panties in a twist, buttercup," he said slyly. "Destiny," I said with gritted teeth, "That's my name, not buttercup," I shuddered. "Uh-huh, whatever you say, buttercup," he shrugged indifferently. I sighed in frustration. This is going nowhere. "Whatever," I muttered before turning to look at the (still) smirking boy. Doesn't he ever get tired of it?

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