A 10: Too Good For Me

A 10: Too Good For Me

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I am a 16-year-old girl living in California. I am the daughter of a millionaire and have never been on a date, never been kissed. Well, pretty much. But that doesn't count. I keeps a list of all of the traits that I want in a boy. Tall, smart, kind, mysterious, funny, sensitive, talented, successful, handsome, but most of all, confident. I never thought that I could find a boy who was a 10. Will the Ryan, the star of the football team, finally give me a chance? I am Em. I am a 17-year-old guy living in California. I am the son of a billionaire and have yet to find the right girl, at least that's what I tell myself because I'm a fuckboy, obviously. I am the quarterback on the football team and I have been crushing on ~her~ since the fifth grade. I have passed my chance many a time to tell her. Is it now or never?
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Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago. But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.

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