The Miller twins

The Miller twins

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Cameron and Jace Miller are two people I'd gladly avoid. From their messy dark brown hair to their beautiful brown eyes. They were bad boys, they were players, they were hot. I couldn't deny that. Their arrogance and looks made me hate them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Watch where your going" I heard a growl, looking up I saw the one and only Jace Miller. "Oh I'm so sorry that you walked into me, next time I'll move and bow for you, you lordship" I say sarcastically, standing up and brushing the dirt off of my skinny jeans. "Don't test me Taylor! he threatened "Is that a threat Miller, what you going to do? Get Cameron to beat me up?" I ask, he growled again. "What are you? Some kind of animal?" I ask, "now excuse me, some of us actually care about our education" I started to walk away when he grabbed my upper arm. "You don't want to get on my bad side" Jace threatened before walking off, leaving me standing shocked in the middle of a corridor.
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