Doing It All For Love.
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Last published Mon, Mar 16, 2026
When the quiet is finally noticed by the most popular a love story begins to develop. But the truth has to come out in order for real love to begin.
Jasmine Johnson. One of the quiet girls at school who stayed out the way for the most part, but under her thick layer of skin reveals a girl fighting for her peace.
Amir Smith. The party boy with the biggest friend group of the school, only caring about football and his grades until Jasmine caught his eye on a night out.
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My eyes searched for the next guy. Then they stopped.
Amir fucking Smith was leaning against a wall a huge smirk on his face as he stared directly into my eyes.
"Fuck." I whisper
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