Shoot and Score My Ass

Shoot and Score My Ass

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"You couldn't play soccer for your life," he says, his smirk starting to annoy the hell out of me. "Oh yeah? Watch me," I hiss between gritted teeth before spinning around and walking away, making sure to sway my hips. He thinks I can't play? I'll show him. Game. On. ____________________________ Jackie Parkers. The legacy of the highly overrated high school soccer coach. And in the hugely corrupted world, she's got an easy chance on the team. Except that she can't play for her life. Dylan Harrison. Soccer legend. The field is his and he knows it. He's got an easy chance in any university. Only problem? He can't afford it. Jackie has something Dylan wants- money. Dylan has something Jackie wants- soccer. When Jackie inevitably fails soccer tryouts, she's offered something any sane girl would do continuous cartwheel flips for. Dylan Harrison is her new private coach. And only fate can decide whether or not she'll faint.
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Taylor is no longer the same person. She's broken. Hurt. Sad. Since Jacob left, everything changed. Bahja is being home-schooled since she has a child. Taylor now goes to LASAS: Los Angeles School of Arts and Science. And she HATES it. ______________________________________ I constantly get picked on by Carla and her friends. Taylor's mom and Ron don't have the time to pay attention or help me out.  Tyler got enough credits last year to graduate early so he's in LSU as of now.  I haven't talked to Jacob since he moved to Atlanta. he doesn't answer my calls nor does he answer my texts.  So, basically, there's no one here for me..  I cry myself to sleep almost every night. I don't even smile much anymore. The only person who makes me smile is Troy, my next door neighbor. He's soo freakin sweet and cute and tall and dreamy and cute.. I'm sorry. He's just so cute.  We don't go to the same school but he moved in last year. he doesn't know that I get bullied but he doesn't need to know.. I guess that's all you need to know..

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