You chose to ignore Vicky as much as you can while you did your work. There was only a few minutes left of class. The teacher had assigned a project not too long ago. She needed a partner, but she was most likely going work on it alone per usual.
Someone inhabited the desk beside you. There sat a dimple-faced Percy. The hottest boy in your school.
"Wanna be my partner?"
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Good Girls
Short StoryYou were like a tissue. Thrown away after every use. [ 2017 ]
