I was 14, I've played soccer for the last 11 years of my life with the same local rec league. So the first practice came along and there was this guy. I mean he was mega hot. He had a friend on the team too. He was OK but I like the first guy more, his name was Edge. His friend was Augusta. After a while I started to notice that Augusta always tried to be near me, but so did Edge. Edge was a quiet type of guy, but he was so sweet in a very chivalrous way. He loved making me happy and gave me lots of pointers when it came to playing soccer. Augusta was also sweet, but he was more bold and every now and then he'd hug me or throw his arm around my shoulder. When ever this happened Edge seemed to get in a grumpy mood. Another thing about Edge was he had diabetes, every now and then he would have to stop playing and check his blood sugar and stuff. He worried me so much sometimes. Both were a year older then me, and they went to the other high school in town.
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The Sweet One
Teen FictionGirl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Girl hurts boy. Boy plays girl. It's as simple as that.
