You Really Got Me

You Really Got Me

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Jett Sanders had wanted Cora Clarkson for years. She just didn't know it. Preacher's kid, A+ student, active volunteer and all-around good girl...Cora was more likely to go to church than a club on the weekends. Jett, on the other hand, had a less-than-stellar reputation. Star soccer player, struggles with grades, notorious ladies' man, gorgeous, a bit crazy, and loaded. Cora always assumed his constant teasing was just part of that bad-boy bravado. He was a bit of a legend at school. Been with a lot of beautiful girls, had a stunning but psycho girlfriend, and could literally have any girl he wanted at school. Except one. Cora would never give him the time of day. She was focused and walked the line. She would rather hang out with her two best guy friends, Gabe and Gavin, than go out to any silly high school parties. But one night changed everything.
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