So I went about my life, flirting with boys, hanging with my gals, and broke a few hearts. By this time I had forgotten about the sweet Edge who had obviously thought that me and his bud were dating or something. Unluckily neither have given me their # and I hadn't given either mine. So once again the first day I of practice I got on my cleats, shin guards, and socks, put on some running shorts and a tight T-shirt, (Hey don't judge if there's no cute guys I was not going to wear that again), and walked to my new teams field. Standing there was Edge. He was taller and if possible hotter, with a muscle tee on standing next to a guy and a girl that I'd known since elementary school. He saw me and for a second something flashed across his face. But then again what do I know about any 16 year old hunks, I'm only 15 after all. Luckily I didn't see Augusta standing with my team or the other two teams who were near us meeting there teammates.
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The Sweet One
أدب المراهقينGirl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Girl hurts boy. Boy plays girl. It's as simple as that.
