The Bad Boy Has My Diary.
"What the fuck are you doing Chase?" Why is he in my room, let alone at 3am. "Hey shush cupcake-" He says leaning against my rooms door frame. "I was just about to go." And that was it,with one heart throbbaling smile(yes throbbaling is a word I just said it so it has to be) he was gone.Like some sort of knockoff genie only not as big or blu at that. Only to my surprise, so was my diary. The one book that held more secrets than the men of letters, was now in the hands, rather big and masculine may I add, of our schools quaterback Chase Ryder.
Guess who sucks at descriptions *raises hands a little bit too enthusiasticly at the back of the classroom* lol yeah me. Hope you do give this book a try thow ♡