Edge glanced at me and I looked at the coach hoping I would blush or anything too girly like that. I may be a girl, but I've always been the cool, sporty girl who didn't really care what anyone thought of her. So the coach happened to be Kinston, the boy I'd know since elementary school, and his sister Hilary's father. We also had an adorable little 12 year old who was from Japan and couldn't speak a lot of English. One kid who instantly got on my nerves was Warren, he was 14 and kept moving the girls on the team out of the way by our hips and called us girls instead of bothering to learn our names. Perv.
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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.
