Chase, I fcking loathe you. Nah, that’s putting it mildly. I hate your very existence. I hate that your emerald eyes draw me and every other clueless girl in. I hate that when your lips quirk into that devilishly sexy smile, my heart skips a beat. Most of all? I hate that you want me. Because the truth is, I’m not good enough for you. I lie. I steal. And I break anyone who dares to get close. So … I lie. I steal. And I break anyone who dares to get close. So the question is, why do you?…
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