A Little Thing Called Summer League
"Seven," a voice said, "and a half." "Nah man," another voice replied, "she's a nine at least." "I'm more into blondes." The first one said as I flipped my brown hair over my shoulder. "Yeah right," a familiar voice replied, one that made my blood boil, "she's a 3 at most." If not for him I would've ignored them. I wo...