𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
And of course, there's n...
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ANGIE
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"Did I tell you guys that some twit named Alexander Jeffries tried to speak to me just before PE," I said as Kiko, Zack, Brady and I shuffled up to the highest seat on the pavilion.
I took a seat in the middle of Brady and Zack whilst Kiko sat in between my legs on the level below us.
"I'm surprised it took this long." Brady groaned in pain as he stretched out his legs in front of him.
"Yup, Jeffries is Richmond's very own manwhore," Kiko added, leaning back on me.
I released her slightly sweaty hair from its messy ponytail and began fixing it into a neater one.
"So how'd it go down?" Brady asked.
I went on explaining the unfortunate incident to them. Jeffries had approached me at my locker before class whilst I was frantically searching for my PE jersey.
I figured he expected me to know who he was but, unfortunately for him, I didn't know and I could care less.
After I finally found it, I tried to leave, not wanting to be late less I suffer the wrath of Honey.
Then, the idiot thought it was wise to grab my hand and block my path. After I made it clear that I'd break his arm if he touched me again, he seemed to finally understand that I wasn't about to fall at his feet.
And then...
"He called you a bitch!?" Kiko gawked, spinning around to face me.
"How did he not get the Oliver special?" Brady added, and I rolled my eyes as the two of them started laughing.
"I'll have you both know that my days of hurling edible projectiles are behind me," I said, leaning back on my elbows.
