"Can I leave now?" I asked. "Are you sure you want to?" He purred with a crooked grin. Most girls would have swooned, but I'm not most girls. "Go away." ~~~ Meet me, Alison Juarez, a sarcastic, antisocial, and highly-opinionated girl who would rather stay at home and watch Lord of the Rings than go out and hang with a bunch of my peers, or, affectionately described by me as "drunk, sweaty, stupid, nutcase teenagers". Enter Mr. Hot Stuff, the most popular, and according to popular opinion (though not mine) the hottest guy in school, and a peculiar game with even more peculiar tasks, and what do you get? Alison Jaurez playing a stupid game with a guy she doesn't even want to give the time of day to. Isn't that reason enough to start reading this thing? (If not, there are Harry Potter references) ~ *on hold indefinitely, probably forever ngl
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