truth or dare | j.j
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  • Parts 10
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  • Reads 342
  • Votes 34
  • Parts 10
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2016
"I think you're special."

"Jack, just don't, we both know that I'm nothing close to special."

"How can you say that?"

"Because I'm not a Hannah, an April, an Ilyssa, or even a Bailee. Why would anyone want me?" 

"Because you're Kaitlyn, and I would rather laugh at your corny jokes, stare at your beautiful smile, watch the horrible movies you pick out on Netflix, and damn near die from your attempts at cooking for the rest of my life, than call any of those other girls mine."





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bad boy, bad girl ( a jack gilinsky fan fiction)

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He was the type of guy that could cut diamonds with his jawline and make girls fall for him in an instant. He road a motorcycle to school and didn't remember the names of the girls he kissed. He has the entire school wrapped around his finger, willing to do anything he wanted. He was athletic, good- looking, rich. He had his own little crew that followed him around everywhere and went to parties ready to drink, fight, then hookup and leave. He didn't even try, and everyone knew it. He was Jack Gilinsky, and he couldn't help him self. But there was one girl. She was different. She was that one girl that went from "goody two shoes" to someone who couldn't care less about what anyone thought of her in one summer. She was the one girl who mesmerized Jack. She wore stilettos and leather jackets to school. Red lipstick and black ray-bans were her thing, and no one dared copy her. She smoked cigarettes in and out of school and could dance like there was no tomorrow. She had an exclusive group and no one dared approach unless they were asked to. But she was also the one girl who didn't care about Jack. Maybe that's why she was so fascinating. No one really knew why. Maybe it was the way she walked down the hallway looking strait, not bothering to acknowledge anyone except her friends. Or the way her ponytail always swung perfectly when she played volley-ball in gym class. Or the way her lipstick never faded. She didn't try, and everyone knew it. She was Erica Baird, and she couldn't help herself. They we're badasses, and they couldn't help themselves. This is the story of how these two strangers met, fell in love, and everything else in between.