Little Did I Know

Little Did I Know

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"I forgot his name, but I could tell you his favorite color's green, he likes to argue, and is born on the 17th." 'We were bestfriends.' After he left her, Audrey became the player and left a mark on every school she went to. FM, her former best friend, wanted to test their friendship by being the top of the school. Why? Only he can reply. Now he's gone, and she's willing to take the challenge. Matt is well known for the things he does on the mattress of the school that Audrey now attends. How will she be able to seduce the guy when he's the one who can twist her mind? She thought he would be easy to fool.. Little did she know, he's just as stubborn as her. [Part of the quote is from Taylor Swift's song-'I'd Lie']
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