The next day at school Sandy comes up to me and says "OMG, you know Edge on your team?" I nodded, "Well, he went to my diabetes camp where we got to like, met kids who went through the same things as we did. Edge was so nice and like I flirted my heart out but once he learned that I went to this school and I was in 9th grade he like tried to avoid me, but you know me no boy came slip from my grasp, so since your, like, on his team do you think you could like mention me and how I have diabetes?" I swear one day that girl's gonna talk so fast her mouth falls of. But naturally being the kind person I am am I agreed, even though in the back of my head the whole day all I could think about was how I couldn't wait to see Edge tomorrow at practice, and it was then as Sandy walked away I realized I think I'm still attracted to Edge on a serious level.
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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.
