Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all hap...
"You said you did this on a daily basis," I mumbled. "You promised me, as soon as morning came, you'd leave and neither of us would think twice about it." His hand caressed my cheek, his mesmerizing green eyes staring into my dark brown orbs."I'm evidently not as good with one night stands as we make me out to be." he...