Survival Skills: for Dating || ✓

DESCRIPTION / PROLOGUE

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GEORGINA RODRIGUEZ was always the responsible sister, the uptight one, a boring killjoy and the girl that treated screaming at the Quarterback, a hobby.

JOSHUA REX PARKER was known as the hot quarterback, a fun companion, an annoying creature and the boy that seemed to be immune to screams.

Add being next door neighbors, parties, strict parents, crazy friends, jealous ex's, blackmailing, and declarations of love and maybe, even a bouncy house. Huh! Who knew dating needs survival skills?

(ADDITIONAL AUTHOR'S NOTE: 2/4/2016)

i've written this when i was sixteen and uneducated (social politics wise) and it was back to a time where i thought not having a solid plot background was a good idea.

the story contains lowkey fat shaming and sexist stereotypes (im really sorry) and clicheness despite what my original author's note wanted to achieve.

with that being said, im still happy with this story because it's the first one i've ever finished and i think that's something to be proud of. also, i really do like this story but i'd love to rewrite a few aspects of it. maybe in the future.

(ORIGINAL'S AUTHOR'S NOTE)

Thank you for showing interest in this story. :)

This is my first story *insert fist pump* and I would really like to apologize since a few chapters here are in need of editing. Well, in fact this whole thing would be unedited and would be edited once this story is finished.

This is my experiment in trying to uncliché clichés and I really hope you enjoy it. :D

Dedicated to Ivory Stars for the awesome trailer at the side :) --->

| R E P O S T E D |

PLEASE READ, VOTE, COMMENT AND FOLLOW <3 :)

Please do not copy my story. It came from my own absurd imagination. Please, just don't.

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STATUS: September 2013 - August 2014

Copyright © 2013 LetterJae

Survival Skills: for Dating (previously known as: How to Survive: Dating your Enemy)

Prologue

Georgina Rodriguez

I, Georgina Rodriguez, might be persecuted for killing my own idiotic brother by the end of the day. Seems like, after seventeen years of living in the outside world, I would have to spend the rest of my life in jail and it was all because my little brother decided to join a study group...or at least that's what he said.

Why me?

Why did I have to have a brother with slipping grades? Why did I have to be the responsible one and check out if he was lying? Why couldn't I just say I'd rather watch Barney until I clawed my freakin' eyes out, rather than look for my stupid brother on a Friday night? Why couldn't I have a normal brother who wasn't loud and stubborn? Did my life just have to be so dandy? – Oh God! You know I'm desperate and irritated when I start saying something like dandy.