The Soccer Captain {Completed}

The Soccer Captain {Completed}

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Thu, May 25, 20173h 19m
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Mandy has been doing soccer since third grade, she hated the captain of the boys team, Mark, he has been a jerk to her ever since the day when she joined the boys soccer team ...But when they hit senior year... They have all sorts of problems: national championship, falling for each other, high school, prom etc all the things going on with teenagers... Will they make it out together or nah? For me to know and for you to find out And what if I told you that they were both bad? But just different types -The player -And the badass I guess they are just the perfect bad couple I'll try for it NOT to be that cliché-ish! ~~~~~A room without books is like a body without a soul!~~~~~
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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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