Prince of Playboys (A Haylor Fanfic)

I'm Taylor Swift, Elixia High's most popular lady. I'm smart, kind, beautiful, and all other good adjectives that you could think of (not that I'm bragging). Everyone just loves me so much.

However, I know I shouldn't brag because I know that I'm not perfect. Want to know my flaw? It's that I'm a realist. I don't believe in fairytales, or magic, or love-no, especially love.

However, on a certain grand ball that I must surely attend, it must be the worst day that ever happens to me. The man that I hate most for his playboy ways, is meeting his future bride, and that bride is me.

Lucky? No, never in my own soul would I think that was lucky! I have to move in with him with plus be all mushy-gushy to him in public, worst of all, I have to marry him! Marry him for Jesus's sakes!

But it wouldn't be too hard to 'not' fell for him since I'm a realist, right? Or can this be something else? Or am I gonna be hurt so bad in the end?
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THE STORY IS FANFICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL, NOT EVEN THE CHARACTER'S PERSONALITY. ANY EVENTS IN THE STORY THAT HAPPENED IN THE WORLD IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

NOTE: THE STORY HAS A REALLY BAD BEGINNING, BUT IT GETS BETTER AS YOU READ MORE OF IT...