Abby Bernard never imagined love. She never really thought about love or having someone there for you. But what happens when she and Max Anderson are under the Mistletoe?
Stacy drives us to school at Northwest High School. We arrived twenty minutes early. "Just like the old days huh?" She asks. I giggle. "Guess so," I reply back. We walk in. Everybody turns from their lockers. They were looking at me... I thought. I smiled and blushed until I realized it was Brooke walking behind me. Stacy looks at me. "Hey, I was thinking the same thing too." I make a slight smile. There's Brooke. Great.
Brat. I mean Brooke:
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She's SO SO lucky that she has short arms otherwise, she'd be breaking the dress code. She's always been the most popular girl at our school. She's such a spoiled brat. She's rude to all the nerds, geeks, and the " Extras." Brooke made that word a thing at our school. I know it was already used at other schools before, but she brought it here. I'm just glad I'm a nerd and not an "Extra". That would really be depressing. I feel bad for the kids. She puts her hand on my shoulder and stops me. I turn around and look at her. I was about to say something but BROOKE ALWAYS HAS TO SPEAK FIRST! " Well, won't we have a great year! You're actually looking pretty hot this year. Maybe I'll allow you to become popular and my friend. Maybe. I can't make any promises. Totes see ya later!" Wow. She didn't bully me. I will admit, I look better than last year but wow. But seriously, MAYBE you'll ALLOW me? Who does she think she is? I don't need her permission!
