𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆 | 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲 #𝟯 A girl that doesn't care about anything related to boys, that was forced to build a connection with someone because of blackmailing. © August 2020

𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆 | 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲 #𝟮 A book nerd that was against dating apps but took the chance of trying it out of boredom. © July 2020

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.

One step forward, two steps back. Try having your boyfriend break up with you and not even an hour later, you see that same ex all happy and giggly with your best friend. Understandably so, you would wish that you can go back in time to redo everything again. For Avery Barber, that wasn't just wishful thinking. When she woke up the next day, she found herself in the past. She hasn't even dated the guy who will eventually break her heart in the future. Now she has to relive each day with nothing but her memories and a whistle from her ex's best friend.