It was Friday, which meant visiting day. I drove to the jail in silence, contemplating all the events over the past few hours. There was that guy, Jake, who was practically stalking me. Then there was Zane, the other stalker. Neither one of them were too bad looking. I shook my head and quickly cleared that thought. There was no way I would ever consider remotely being friends with them.
I felt in my jacket pocket for the beloved picture and rubbed the old paper between my fingertips. It always gave me a sense of calm, doing that.
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The Bad Girl Stole My Heart
Teen FictionBrittany Summers: The famous bad girl of North West high. Jake Greene: The good, sensible boy of North West high. And the last person either of them thought they would fall for was each other.
