Kissing Razors (BoyxBoy)

Kissing Razors (BoyxBoy)

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Isaac Johnson isn't your normal teenager; but what's a normal teenager anyway? High school sucks, and life at home isn't too great either. It's no surprise that when bad boy Rolland Griffin with his dark past and bad reputation comes to school and shows an interest in him, Isaac is afraid to open up. You might say Rolland has had a rough life. He's only 17 years old though, so how can this be? Well, try drug dealing, gangs, and underground fighting since you were 11 just to get by. Yeah, you wouldn't be saying "I've had a great life!" either. Now add in a shy and attractive boy who does nothing but trust and believe in Rolland like no one, not even his own family, ever had. Rolland knows there's something up with Isaac, something that can change their lives forever; not in a good way. So will they get the help they need? Or will it be too late for the both of them?
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