Vesuvius
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Bethany Hardrick was a saxophone player in St. Ibis High-school's band, The Marching Saints. Her best friend, Piper, always seemed to stand by her every step of the way. Until one little slip up suddenly forces Bethany to rethink about the friendships she's made. Finding out who's really her friend and who's not is already tearing her apart. Sebastian Wells honestly didn't care about playing in the band except maybe beating Bethany for First Chair. He just wanted the best high-school experience. He seems to be doing just fine until his life takes a turn for the worst. Having no idea how to move on with life and even more scared of coming out, Sebastian becomes even more angry than before. Aurora Thompson, or Rory for short, was an anxiety filled flute player in the Marching Saints. When she wasn't worrying about playing her music, she was worrying about her past and her future. Now adding a boyfriend to her problems who can't seem to realize her asexuality, she just might be breaking
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[COMPLETE] Sorry this may be cringe, it was written very long ago A seemingly ordinary, working college girl meets a cool, undeniably sexy boy with millions of followers at his feet. How will their completely different lives allow, or prevent them from getting what they want? Expect some drama, flirty lines, steamy scenes, funny best friends, and perhaps, an overall epic love connection. ~ Carter came around the corner as his eyes darkened with a predatory gaze. Oh no. He took a step forward, minimalizing the distance with every dominating stride, as I froze in my spot. My breath hitched as his arms finally encircled my waist and his eyes locked with mine. In one swift motion, he flipped my body so my back was pressed against his chest and hands gripped the curve of my hips. "What game are you trying to play at Valerie?" he spoke in a husky voice. Goosebumps danced along my skin as his hot breath fanned against the shell of my ear and his fingertips lit a trail of blazing heat along the length of my arm. Mentally shaking myself from the trance of that which is Carter Bryson, I tilted my head towards him and whispered; "One where you'll lose." Quickly escaping his hold on me before the tension became unbearable, I spun on my heel to face him and slowly backed away towards the exit. "Good luck though." I added mischievously. With a smirk and a devilish glint in his eyes that could even give hell a run for its money, he replied; "I'm not a player though, baby. I'm the gamemaker." ~ ❗️Mature content. Reader discretion advised. Started 29/09/18. Finished 16/12/18. This book is not to be copied or reproduced in any way.

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