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CHANGES || Townsend

CHANGES || Townsend

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Savannah Walker hates change. She hated when her father changed. She hated when her sister changed. She hated when her whole life changed when she went to the naturals program. But since she arrived in Quantico, Virginia, things have been going very well for her. That is until a certain boy joins the program. Michael Townsend changes a lot. He's good at reading emotions and even better at disguising his own. So his mask can change like the wind. Savannah hates that. But they grow to be friends and suddenly changes don't bother Savannah as much anymore. Don't get her wrong, change is still awful, but with Michael by her side, she could get used to it. That is.... until Cassie shows up and too much changes at once. This is my first fanfiction so please let me know in the comments if there are any mistakes or anything I should change!!!!❤️
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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