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JKGamePlay

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My career has begun. I'm a freshman in high school, so I don't have much time to figure out what I want to be in life. I was introduced to YouTube at the age of 12. I remember spending 8 hours straight one day of the summer exploring YouTube. I found four YouTubers and instantly fell in love with their channels. One day someone had told me that I could get paid to entertain others on YouTube just like my favorite YouTubers. When I was 8, I met this kid named Adam who lived behind me. He asked me if I wanted a Popsicle on a hot day of a community yard sale, so I said sure. He got me a blue ice pop, and his was orange. We enjoyed our ice pops and got to know each other better. Day by day we played outside, and even from little kids we always used our imaginations. It's funny because we still do. Teens our age sit around on their phones all day. Adam and I still play with each other, and our imaginations are growing by the minute.
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Every girl has 'that' crush. You know what I'm talking about. The one boy who's the first thought on your mind when you wake up, and the last thought before you go to sleep. The one you carefully select your clothes for, don your best makeup, and style your hair perfectly for. I had 'that' crush. Brock was hot; he was sexy and alpha, with dark smoldering eyes and tattoos that littered his rock-hard body. My poor seventeen-year-old heart had no clue how to handle it, because my badass crush wasn't a boy. He was a man; a nightclub owning married man, who also happened to be my best friend's stepdad. I wasn't the only one who was crushing on Emma's stepdad. He knew it too, but the best part about Brock was that he looked like a badass, he acted like a badass, but he treated every single teenage girl in his home with the utmost respect. He had plenty of admirers, but Emma hated anyone who flaunted their shit in front of him. He'd taken her dad's place. He'd moved in not two months after she'd lost him and had tried to 'parent' her. We hated him together; but secretly I adored him. I spent almost three years in a hoodie, scowling at the hottest man in L.A. The day he left Emma's mom was the happiest and saddest day of my life. If you're going to lose your crush, though, ripping it off like a band-aid is the best way to do it. One day he was there and the next he was gone. And now, seven years later, I'm about to walk into his nightclub and audition for him. He's not the man I remember. He's sexier, more intense, and has connections that are not exactly as wholesome as I assumed. But that only makes me want him more....

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