**Previously known as Triangles, Squares or Hearts**
When Cora Velcroix chose to study acting at Pennsylvania College High School, she had no idea she was walking headlong into the biggest mistake of her life.
Or the best thing ever.
Nile Logan, the...
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"Cora, you are five minutes late, and I will not wait another minute," Delphine snapped over the phone.
"Relax Del," I soothed absentmindedly, focusing on the fact that my keys have gone MIA again, "Carltin was just giving me a lecture on acting class today."
" Oh," she paused, not expecting that response.
"By the way, give me another minute to look for my keys. I swear they have legs and love to go to Disneyland," I said, lifting my shoulder to my ear to keep the phone in place while I use both hands to lift a stack of papers on my desk to grab my keys. "Ah, there they are."
"Really? Where did you find them this time?" she deadpanned, all too familiar with my forgetfulness. "Under my homework," I answered, stuffing the keys into my bra. Now don't judge, because it's the most convenient place to put them. Even if you disagree, let's agree to disagree.
Delphine Lawrence has been my best friend since first grade. Ever since then, we've been two peas in a pod. We are the best of friends. Like, ever.
And Carltin, well, Carltin is my brother. A year younger than me, but is almost as big a playboy as Conner Wilson, my d-bag ex-boyfriend. That son of a bish. No offense to dogs, I love them, really, but I hate him. Conner, that butthole.
But being his sister has its perks. He is extremely protective of me. Over-protective, to be exact. He would literally break your nose should you be of the male species and stare at me for more than 5 seconds. Not that boys do, anyway. I'm the wallflower, the 'good girl'. Apparently, they are no fun.
Mom says I have an attractive face and a gorgeous body. Well, I don't think so. Just because I work out and have a set of hazel-almost-green eyes and long platinum blonde hair doesn't mean I have to be gorgeous. Then again I like to wear baggy clothes matched with my loyal, older-than-time converse sneakers, so I don't get any attention. Not that I want any. Oh, who are you fooling? You love attention.
"So are you ready? Are you coming down or what?"
I blinked and shook my head, "Yes, yes, yes, ma'am. Going down the stairs now."
