The Bad Boy And The Good Wait... What

The Bad Boy And The Good Wait... What

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Hi, I'm Emily Linares and I'm 16. My birthday is July 7, 2000. I'm what people call a nerd or a nobody or even a good girl. I have no friends but I do have bullies. Hey, I'm Isaac Adams and I'm 16. My birthday is May 26, 2000. I'm what people call a bad boy player. I have friends and everyone is scared of us. This seems like your normal story right. Well let's see how these two turn out in the end. What happens to the oh so good girl. Does the bad boy go soft. Is this going to be like every other story. Find out in The Bad Boy And The Good Wait... What.
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I'm the girl from school nobody notices. I'm the one the mean girls always make fun of when one of the guys decide to take interest in me. I'm the honor roll student that everyone thinks has never gotten in trouble, but that's just my school life. Outside of school in a completely different person. I'm not going to say I've been a special agent since I was seven, or eight, because that's impossible. I was still in foster care, then and when I turned 13. I was finally adopted. The man who adopted me was mysterious, but said he took me for a purpose, and ever since then I've been training. I'm not going to say I'm the best, because I'm not, but I'm damn good at what I do and I'm ashamed to know the agency I entrusted my life with, would do something so horrible to me and to the people I love. It's okay when I shut their sorry ass down, they won't know what hit them.

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