The Boy with theTattoos

The Boy with theTattoos

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Z leaned more towards me making me move closer to the blue lockers behind me then I already was. "So since your name is Zorro, are you going to save me from the bad guy?" I asked, as I lifted one eyebrow. Z smirked, then he gently pushed back a stray piece of my chocolate brown hair that came out of my bun behind my ear, then he gently whispered in my ear. "No, sweetcakes I am the bad guy." Miracle is a plus size girl who could never catch a break, it seems that she always get herself into awkward situations. But on the bright side her junior year is over and she can't wait to hit the beach with her friends, and watch half-naked guys. But all her summer plans come to a stop when she received a letter in the mail saying she has to go to summer school.
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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