ššššš šššššš ššššššš šššššššš šššš ššš šššššš šššššš, ššš ššš šššš… šš šššš¢ šššš . š¦ššÆšš°šæš¶šÆš²šæ šŖš®šæš, š šØššš®, š£šš¬ šššŖš”š© š§š¤š¢-šš¤š¢ šš§š¤š¢ šššØš©-šØšš”š”šš£š ššŖš©šš¤š§, šš§ššØš©š® ššš§šš, ššØ šš¤š¢šš£š šØš¤š¤š£! Blurb: I can explain. Kind of. I realize the wig and makeup don’t help my case, but that’s not the point. The point is, Sebastian came at me first. He’s the one who started this war, but I’m the one who finished it. I’m not even sorry about it. Fine. Maybe I am. A little. That’s the only explanation as to why I just agreed to play his fake girlfriend so he—we—can win a million dollars in the hottest reality show contest ever filmed on campus. Don’t get it wrong though, Sebastian and I may look like we love each other, but everyone knows reality TV is nothing but scripted lies and staged kisses. Add Subscriber Wars to your tbr. → ...
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