Love struck

Love struck

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Emily was an ordinary girls just like everyone who has a heartbreak love life. She knew that her previous love life was over and she was ready to start over again. But what she feared had yet to come. In the meantime, her best friend's, Jessica, boyfriend's cousin was throwing a party and allowed everyone to join. In the party, she saw Brandon, a popular, rich and haughty boy in her early high school days, and found that he was the birthday boy. Emily was stuck in her not so fabulous love life again. Who she love Brandon or would she go back to her past love or what? What will she do?
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Olivia West is a typical teenage girl. She has a group of awesome friends, a pretty face and a liking for boys. There is a new guy in school, and he is causing a lot of talk between Olivia and her friends. Fights will go down, rumors will be spread and friendships will be lost. The one question is, who will stay with Olivia until the end? Sneak peek: "How could you do this to me?" I scream at him, tears running down my face. Jack rubs his forehead. "Olivia, I told you, it was a mistake. A huge mistake. I still love you!" he says urgently. I smile cruelly, despite my crying. "Well, Jack, maybe you should of though of that before you went and cheated on me". He looks at me sadly. "I will only love you" he says quietly. I run a hand through my hair, another wave of tears coming on. "Don't call me beautiful then pour yourself into the arms of someone more beautiful" I say. Jack takes a step towards me. "Olivia", he says putting his hand on my shoulder, "there is no one more beautiful". My heart skips a beat, as if for a moment, time has been re-winded back to a time where he made me feel special. The feeling is brief.

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