Chaos and betrayal ensue immediately once Grace Murray lands a date with her long time crush and her dad finally decides to come back in her life.
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The boy of her dreams asking her out wasn't what she expected. Her dad's re...
Hey all! Kimyona~shosha here with a book she hopes you all enjoy!! (That is, if you make it through the first chapter lol)
This is my first time writing but the plot has been in mind for a really long time, I just couldn't get myself to vomit it out on a paper...or in this case, get it in words humans use.
Soooo....yeah!
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A huge shoutout to Lexy-N-Lily Thank you so much Lexy! I love the cover you made! It's lovely!!
Oh and please, please don't copy my story, it's really not worth it.
The names, settings and incidences are 100% fictional and any similarities is purely a coincidence.
Let's get on with the story!! ENJOY!
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I never regretted it. Yeah, maybe if it did more harm than good, it would probably be considered as 'not good for you'. But even though my big, fat, elephant-sized crush on Cameron Anderson killed my heart, I still could never regret falling for him.
Watching him from a distance was all I could ever manage. His armour produced an uninviting aura, ever-present scowl and a stony stare. It was enough to keep most, myself included at bay.
It seemed at least half the female population swooned every time he walked past, running his hand through his light brown hair.
"Make me an Anderson too, Cammie!" Some daredevil cheerleaders still had the guts and tried to latch themselves on his arm. He just shook them off like they were leeches.
Hanna, my hyper, sugar loving best friend had often told me that I didn't suit him and if my bubbly, carefree and happy go lucky attitude didn't scare him off, my shopping sprees and fashionista ways certainly would.
But lately, I noticed a slight change in him. I caught him staring at me from the corner of his eyes a couple of times during class and he even passed me a smirk when we crossed paths in the corridors.
I bet I looked like a goofball every time that happened, knowing that when I blush, my ears decide to turn pink and my pale cheeks a harsh red. Heck, the last time I even spoke to him was probably two years ago, and it was also that moment when I realised I was crushing on him.
It wasn't even much, just me getting myself into a verbal fight with Stephanie, the damn, self proclaimed queen bee of the school. All he had to do to get her to shut up was give her a glare and she ran off. But that didn't mean she didn't come back to try and make my life a living hell again.
But I remember him muttering something about wannabes with more pride than what they could handle. I laughed at that and thanked him. He just grunted back and walked off.
