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My Not So Bad Bad Boy {COMPLETED}

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"Nice foot work." a voice said.

I lost control of the ball and tripped over my feet. I groaned loudly as my butt landed hard on the ground and the ball on my head.

"Ow..." I muttered as a roar of laughter fell beside me.

I looked up to see-

"Hazel!" I exclaimed glaring at the blonde haired beauty.

"Y-you... should'v-ve s-seen your f-face..." Jayden hysterically laughed as he clutched his stomach.

I snapped out of my daze and glared at him. 

After a good 10 seconds of him not stopping I decided to take matters into my own hands. I grabbed his ankles and pulled him down with me.

Seems like a reasonable idea, NOT.

He came crashing down on top of me. Let's just say, I think we might both need new teeth...

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