One Or The Other
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Last published Mon, Sep 3, 2012
“There’s this amazing guy I got to know over the summer, he’s cute and funny and even better, he’s the quarterback. He really likes me and I like him too, maybe even love him, but there’s a slight problem. There’s this other guy I have art with, he’s crazy talented and adventurous, he’s just so exiting to be around. I like him too, a crazy lot, and they’re equally great, not to mention equally hot. I just can’t decide which one to pick!” I buried my face in one of my softest pillows.
“But wait,” I said hysterically. “It gets even better! Just wait ‘til you hear this; they’re brothers.”
Rosemarie Evans isn’t you’re ordinary sixteen year-old girl. She doesn’t want to be popular. She doesn’t care how she looks. She just wants to get through high school in one piece, and move out of her small town and into the big city of New York. But one summer changes all of her plans, when she falls for Aaron Copper, star quarterback. But when school starts again, she finds there are two Mr. Rights for her. Which one will she pick?
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