Honestly? It's a story in which every possible trope/cliché imaginable is thrown into ONE big book.
Come join this group of friends on their coming-of-age journey 🎒📓
⚠️Includes: graphic sex, violence, drugs, profanity, and some Spanish dialogue
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"Sometimes, pretending you're okay is easier than having to explain why you're not." -Rachel Hollis, Girl Wash Your Face
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Daphne woke up to find a bunch of concerned faces hovering above her. Sighs of relief filled the air, followed by her coach and all her teammates haphazardly asking "Are you okay?" questions.
And yet, all Daphne could bring herself to say as she sat up was, "Did we win?"
Her coach chuckled and handed her a bottle of water, encouraging her to start replenishing immediately. "Game's not quite over yet. But I'm sorry to say you'll be watching it from the bench."
After Daphne took some sips, they helped her up and over to the bench where she was handed a small towel to dry off her sweat. Her worried parents were the only ones allowed to go sit by her side, but once the game was over, her friends rushed over as well.
Daphne didn't even have time to feel upset about the other team winning the game as she was bombarded with more "Are you okay?" questions.
Andrea was too disconcerted over Daphne's random fall, to notice David's rascal eyes scanning in every detail of her. Unfortunately for him, her brown eyes never bothered to look his way.
"I'm fine," she assured them. "I was just a little dehydrated. I was so nervous about this game I didn't drink much before I started playing."
Nick and Olivia insisted on taking her home right away so she could get some rest. Andrea caught David's attention again when she smiled at Daphne during her goodbye, revealing a captivating left dimple.
She unknowingly earned herself the scrutiny of a second pair of eyes when she walked away with Enrique. Inez watched as this girl, with the tight black curly hair, hooked her arm around Enrique's and asked herself: Where the hell did this bitch come from?
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