Battle of the Bands

Battle of the Bands

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After three years from being kicked out of a band Layla Carson finds herself a new band. Layla's band go head to head with the band that kicked Layla out. Layla Carson, guitar/bass/singer in the band. 18 years old and hates Ryker Evans with passion. Layla's band is "The AirBloods". Ryker Evans, lead vocalist/guitar in the band. 19 years old and hates Layla Carson. Ryker's band is "No Shampoo". What happens when these two meet again after three years later. Will hate or possible love fly in the air? Find out in Battle of the Bands. |Mature Content|
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A kiss can change everything. One kiss with your best friend, and it changes the whole dynamic. What will you do when you get to know that your best friend has been in love with you? What will you do when she doesn't want to be friends anymore and wants more instead? * "Everytime I see you with a guy, my skin fucking burns" Millie hisses, pinning me with an intense look that makes my belly flip. I am pinned to the wall with her caging me. "Do you know how hard it is to pretend that you are only my friend, and nothing more? That I love you but cannot have you?" Her words spin inside my head, and the thundering beating of my heart echoes in my ear. How do we come to this situation? I pant as she leans closer, her eyes averting to my parted lips. I am having thoughts of kissing her. Hell, I see her in my dreams so often now that I am not sure what she means to me now. Millie caresses my cheeks and a shiver runs down my spine. "I can't pretend anymore, Grace. It's getting really hard" she whispers in my ear and I squirm. When she meets my eyes, I say something that surprises her. "Then don't." I crash my lips on hers, crossing whatever lines we had.

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