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Thin ice
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..One minute we are talking about Frank Ocean and the next minute I'm on his lap. This was bound to happen, at school or something, but not in my childhood bedroom! Not complaining though, I can tell you that. Plus, he's a way better kisser than what's his face. Before things could get anymore serious, my bedroom door swings open. "What's going on here?" We both jerk away from each other and my eyes widen when I realize he saw everything.... ~~~~~~~~~ Jazz Felix is the youngest child of the Felix dynasty, who was born into pure riches, and doesn't exactly have the most normal life. But when you go to a school full of incredibly rich people, your wealth doesn't exactly matter. Or does it?
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