she was practically perfect, so bubbly and preppy, with wavy blonde hair and saphire blue eyes, perfect makeup and nice clothes. she always had her nails done with pretty pink polish and a bow on her ring fingers. she wore her class ring all the time on her pretty little pinky, her stone was an opal so she was clearly born in October. Samantha didnt mean to know all of this, nor did she want to, she just did, this girl, this perfect preppy girl, was her crush, and quite literally her opposite. Samantha had a tomboy look to her, always wearing skinny jeans and some sort of shirt she just threw on. her shoes were one of three kinds, converse sneakers, black or brown combat boots, or old running shoes. her nails were always cut and never polished, her makeup was rarely done, but when it is, its because she watched a tutorial and was like 'yeah lets do that'. as for today, she had put on her makeup and was lazily leaning back in her chair with her feet up on her desk. she sat in the back so nobody really noticed her, meaning the teacher didnt either. but she didn't care, because she could easily pass all of her classes without the help of her teachers. It was study hall so it didnt matter anyways. She was listening to her music with earbuds in when she felt tap on her shoulder. "hm?" she took one earbud out and looked up at the culprit. it was her best friend Vicky. she was a short haired brunette with deep brown eyes and braces. she handed her a little box with a bow "open it when you get home" she winked and walked back to her desk. she did this sometimes, usually with a little flowers, or rocks that she's picked up. but she never told her to open it at home. what could it be this time?
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Nobody Asked You
Romance"I think you're disgusting but brave, you know, doing the whole gay thing" Katrina, her girl crush, said with hand gestures that made it evident that she was a preppy girl raised in a strict Christian family. Samantha scoffed and smirked "nobody ask...
