Chasing The Good girl

Chasing The Good girl

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"Ever since I saw her she instantly caught my eye..she entered the dark room and brought light to it by simply being herself. Her face so innocent, her eyes that twinkle like stars, her laugh is like hearing an angel sing. I never felt this way when meeting someone the first time before.. it felt so overwhelming and just so..right. Will she ever love someone like me? I'm one fucked up guy and she's one innocent angel. I have a past and I don't think she'll like it, I'm a bad boy and she deserves a good man. I'll just watch you from afar my angel." -Angelo Montemayor What if the bad boy falls deeply in love with a girl whom he never ever talked to? Is that even possible? Well for him it is. Angelo Montemayor, the bad boy of Vincente University falls in love with the schools good girl Chianne Yu but he doesn't have enough courage and the guts to approach her so he just keeps on staring at her from afar wishing he was there beside her,talking with her,laughing with her or just simply sitting with her in complete silence would be more than enough for him. But what if their paths cross and they accidentally bump each other in the hallway, would Angelo take this opportunity to talk to her or would he walk away like nothing happened? Will he continue Chasing The Good Girl?
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