The Golden Boy

The Golden Boy

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"I'm not sure you're right for us. I don't think you have what it takes," he said. "How can I show you I am? That I have what it takes?" I asked. I wanted nothing more than to be apart of their world. "What if we make a deal babe?" he said, eyeing me up and down. "I'm not having sex with you," I said dryly. "Fair enough, I was going to suggest some thing else though," he said. "I'm listening," I said. "Turn someone bad, make him your bitch. Make sure he wins the fighting tournament and you can join us. Prove you're worth having here, teach him to fight," he said. "Who?" I said raising my eyebrow. "The golden boy," he said. Of course I knew who he was talking about, Kaden Walsh. He was the school's golden boy who could do no wrong. "Deal," I said holding out my hand. He took my hand and shook it firmly. I smirked, this will be a piece of cake.
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I loved a boy. A boy with the prettiest smile and the messiest hair. A boy who made my heart race. A boy who never looked at me. Until one day... he did. And just like that, everything changed. It started with an art class. A random draw. His name in my hands. What was supposed to be a silly group project turned into late-night chats, endless laughter, and the kind of closeness I never thought I'd have with him. But life isn't always soft. It gets loud. Complicated. And somewhere along the way, we broke. Maybe we were too young. Maybe we weren't ready. Maybe... we were just never meant to last. This is the story of how I fell for him. How I lost him. And how maybe-just maybe-some people find their way back.

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