lia wasn't the type to wear black, or band t-shirts.
she wasn't the type to wear makeup or combat boots.
she wasn't the type to sit with the guys who drove motorbikes and smoked weed behind the school.
she wasn't the type to make out with one of her friend's girlfriends in the cafeteria in front of everyone.
but in the past few months she'd checked everything off of that list.
