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He Stole My Bandana (So I Stole His Heart) Preview!

Hello! I'm so excited to tell you I have another story in the works! Here is the preview for my new story "He Stole My Bandana (So I Stole His Heart)". I know, it's a long name. Shameless self advertisement here! Thanks to my best friend for coming up with that catchy name - xfanxgirlx.
She's helped me a bunch with all of my stories and I really appreciate it! Love ya Meg!

Anyway, here's the description:

"You just don't belong in my world, Jasey."

Jasey Eldridge didn't expect to have a good senior year. She knew it would be rough with all the complications in her life. Living with her two brothers and dad, Jasey was used to rough.
But she didn't expect it to come in bad boy form.
When Jasey loses her bandana, the bad boy doesn't want to give it back.
So, she decides to get it back herself.
Sneaking into strangers' windows wasn't really a normal thing for her and her amateur ninja skills.
Will she succeed in whisking away her special bandana or will she also whisk away a few hearts while she's at it?

And now for Chapter One! Tell me if you guys like it! I'm going to post it soon if you like it! Thanks in advance for reading!

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"Jasey, you drive like a grandma!" My twin brother yelled at me. Lilly laughed beside me in the passenger seat, thinking my brother's joke was hilarious.

"The kid's right." Lilly said when she was done laughing. I scowled at my best friend beside me. Taking my hand off the wheel, I flipped both Reese and Lilly off.

"Wow, that hurt." Reese said in mock hurt, holding his hand over his heart. My brother was such a pain in the butt. I didn't understand why he couldn't just tag along with one of his friends everyday. Instead, he had to ride with me.

"Maybe you should get your own driver's license and you won't have to ride with me." I suggested sassily to Reese. He smirked at me.

"Why? I have you to drive me everywhere when I want you to. You're my personal chauffeur." He said with a bright grin.

"You can't make me do anything for you, idiot. I'm older than you." I shot back at him.

He rolled his eyes at me. "You're older by what, five minutes?"

"I don't act like a two year old," I pointed out, "therefore that makes me older."

"Okay you two." Lilly cut in. She was usually our referee when Reese and I fought. Which was 90 percent of the time. And 80 percent of the time, Lilly was with me.

I live in a household full of boys. There's my dad, Grant, Reese, and then there's little old me. My mom and dad divorced a few years back and she married a rich man from Miami. She ran away with him like we were nothing. Not that it bothered me.

Grant is in his second year of the United States Army, he just turned twenty-one not long ago. He tries to come home on holidays but when he can't, it's a skype date for the three of us kids. Plus dad, when he's home. He's a truck driver and has to drive all over West Virginia for his job. He gets home late and wakes up early, making it hard to see him everyday. When he is home early, Reese and him usually throw football and tackle me into the game.

"Lilly, why don't you drive your own car?" Reese asked as he propped his chin on the back of her seat. I frowned at my brother.

"Reese, why don't you have your seatbelt on?" I asked him. He grumbled and sat back, knowing I'd release my wrath on him if he didn't listen. I had all the boys in my house wrapped around my finger, except my twin.