My Girlfriend's a Stripper

My Girlfriend's a Stripper

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Romance
Poor little Will Robertson is the laughing stock of the whole school, and as he walks down the large hallway, with a glasses the size of South Africa, pushing them up like a girl does a bra, he is a class-A nerd. He's the butt-end of all joke that no one tried to hide from him, and still sleeps with his blanket and the occasional thumb-sucking. He's still a virgin, and thinks of his computer more than he does girl. Florescent light seems to give more warmth than a hug of affection for the guy. Then there is Maddi Hale(name dotted with a heart), the talk of the whole school. She struts the hallways like she would a run-way, making guys drool over her, and girl want her new Abercrombie and Fitch purse. Sexy with her push-up bra, a painted pink lips. Her flaunting over guys brings joy to her soul. The only question is, why would she want anything to do with Will Robertson? A girl like her wouldn't be caught dead with a guy like him, would she?
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I smiled at him but tears were starting to blur my vision together. "I hate you." His smile faltered and he looked taken back, "Not like that, Drake. I hate you because you make me cry. You're supposed to beat up the guys who make me cry, not be one of them." "But they are happy tears, right?" he clarified. I smiled and nodded my head, before gripping his shirt, pulling his body against mine. "I'll never make you cry because you're sad, understood? I'm never leaving you." I didn't respond this time, I just sat in his lap, holding his torso and he played with my hair. "I don't know if I can let you in yet Drake," I told him truthfully, the one thing I had been dreading telling him. "I know. But I'll never hurt you like the others have. I-"he cut himself off and took a deep breath. "Riley?" he moved me away from his shirt. I looked at him in the eyes and say an emotion. One I hadn't seen in a long time and one I haven't seen in his eyes before. "Can I kiss you?" __________________ Drake was the player of the school. Everyone knew his name. Riley was the nerd of the school. No one knew her name. Complete opposites but for some reason, opposites seemed to attract. Riley knew that Drake had a new girl every week, but she felt like she could change him. And maybe she could. Maybe she'd be different. *Based on a true story*

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