His slightly curly brown hair was tousled as he towel dried it. Swimming practice felt differently this time. Once he walked to his locker and opened it, a envelope fell out. Yet another love letter.
Being the star on the swimming team here, and as many girls would say he was hot as fuck, he tended to get them a lot. While he never really did much about it, he usually read them just to see who it was.
This time was a girl named Macy Robinson. He knew that name, she was the sister of one of his friends, or as Charlotte always said, stepsister.
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The Wrong Bride-to-Be
RomanceHer crystal blue eyes watched the way he looked at her. Her heart hurting and her mind reeling. The tears started to fall gently, not in the form of a sob, but just a few that she was content with. As far as anyone knew, she was crying for the happy...
