Mr. Know It All

Mr. Know It All

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~Summary~ I opened my locker to get my books when suddenly paint splattered all over me. I had a good feeling I already knew who set the trap in my locker. "Logan!!", I said and all I heard in reply were giggles right beside me. I wiped my eyes so I could be able to see again. Logan was still in a fit of laughter from his "wonderful" prank. "You should've seen your face, it was so hilarious", Logan said while laughing. "I can't wait to see your face when my fist connects with it", I said as I wiped my face clean of paint. *I will start updating this story again* 6/22/17 A/N: I will be finishing this book hopefully this time. I am going to tweak it a lot, but I hope y'all read it and enjoy it. Thanks guys.
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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