All the Boys, I thought I loved

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I'm Natalie Covey. Hopeless Romantic, mostly hopeless. I live with my sister Margo and Kitty also my dad. In my room in a Tiffany's box I keep letters. These are my most prized possession. There are 5 to be exact. Peter, Lucas, two guys I can't remember but will never see again and Josh. Josh is perfect. I still like him. Those other crushes were flings of the past. If I have a crush so bad I can't help it I write a letter. I'll never mail them of course but it's a self reflection. I walked downstairs. "Hey Nat" my dad said. "Hey goon" I laughed. "Drive Kitty to school today." He tossed me the keys. "Dad whyyy" me and kitty said at the same time. "Because you suck ass at driving" kitty looked at me. "KITTY" my dad yelled at her. "What Margot And Josh can fuck but I can't say fuck" she says. Damn she has no filter. "Just go to school" he walked out the door heading to work.

I backed into the school parking lot and heard a thud. "Shit" I rolled down my window. Peter Kavinsky? He got hot. I thought. "Is that Natalie Lei- "Yes" I cut him off. "When you get boobs" he asked blankly. "When you get a dick" I asked. "Nevermind, still don't have one" I sighed. "Ouch" He said still lingering at my chest. "I have eyes kavinsky" I rolled them. He looked up. "Learn to drive" he said walking off as I middle fingered him.

I walked in the school. I bumped into someone. "Sorry" I said as they turned around. "Gen" I fake smiled. "Yes Natalie" she smiled. "Nice to see you still dress like a loser" she laughed. "Wish I could say it's nice to see you" I rolled my eyes. As Peter walked by wrapping his arm over Gen. "oh Peter I was just looking at Natalie's outfit" she looked disgusted. "Must be looking at a mirror then" I gave her the same look. Gen walked off angry with Peter. My friend Chris walked over. "That was bad ass" Chris said. She was Gens cousin. Luckily didn't get the bitch trait. "Let's go to gym" she pulled me.

I ran the track to get some blood pump. As I ran I saw Peter walk my direction. With the note in his hand. The one in my box. "Damn it"