**ON HOLD**Four years

**ON HOLD**Four years

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Well..... I'm going to update as much as I can and I promise I'll try to make a decent chapter before publishing!! He was a popular boy She was a keep to herself type of girl He was a whore as most would say She was always doing something artistic He was loud and always partying She was coming a song or reading a book He was different than what she typically liked She was everything he ever dreamed for From New York to a small town in California is a huge difference in her point of view. When her father decision was to move the whole family it meant new school new choices and definitely new friends. She had to find everything that will be approved by her parents before she turns of age at 20 and four years left was a rough situation to be stuck in. He was never moving because his father was in control of something big or with tons of money. His mother died when he was seven. When his father took a new wife she came with the set of children herself. The despised everything. Eventually becoming everyone center of attention. His way of getting a back was being rebellious, getting into trouble, parties, drugs, sex, and so much more. Everything began to change when he wanted her to like him passionately like he did her.
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