When We Crossed Lines
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"We were kids in love... and strangers when it mattered"
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Daniel was supposed to leave for Tennessee.
Rebecca was just another face in the crowd... not the childhood love he once had when they were eight.
But fate keeps them in the same school for their last year, lines are crossed, hearts are tested, and nothing stays the way it should.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE β οΈ This story and all its content are the exclusive intellectual property of Sophie Blue. Any unauthorized reproduction, copying, distribution, or use of this work in any form is strictly prohibited and will result in legal action. By reading this story, you agree to respect the author's rights. Do not steal, repost, or claim this work as your own - any infringement will be pursued to the fullest extent of the law. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "Something was waiting, watching, in the corridors she once knew, ready to meet her again". Four years ago, Catherine Louise Rossum left town-and Jake Nicholson behind. Once her best friend, he's now Ashcliffe Crescent High's golden boy, untouchable and magnetic. She's the girl who disappeared like a ghost and returned six blocks away, feeling like a stranger in her own story. But time changes people, and Catherine is no exception. The question is: will it pull her and Jake back together-or push them further apart? "He's not the boy she left. She's not the girl he remembers".
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