I had signed up for the Air Force my senior year, counting the days down until I could finally leave to go follow my dream. I had everything figured out in my head: I'd work my hardest at everything until I became the strongest, smartest, well-known Air Force Sniper alive. That meant no boyfriends, no social life, and no trouble like most girls my age wanted, though. I was doing good with my plan too, at least that was until a six foot three bad boy decided to annoy me every day in geometry. Oddly enough, he made me second guess every decision I had set in stone since I was eight, leaving me more confused than I had ever been in my entire life.
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