The Boy Who Stole My Cupcakes

"Alexis, you have to learn how to share." Mom said firmly.

"But he stole my cupcakes!"

"That's still no way to treat a guest!"

"But Mo-"

"No buts young lady. Now off to your room."

"Yes, Mother," I said through gritted teeth.
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Max Ryder, the one person I will never want to meet. But still has to put up with him cause of my Mom. What do I know about him? Well for starters, an intelligent asshole and an overly dramatic performer. He's top of the class, popular in school for his acting skills and according to other girls, a "Prince Charming". Unless he comes to your house and steals cupcakes that you baked. That's a douchebag to me. Every time he visits my mom, he would always steal one or two of my cupcakes. Which is very annoying considering my love for those sweet treats.

Since young, I have always loved baking. Especially baking cupcakes. The variety of what type of cupcakes you can make is just endless. Like what frosting combinations are awesome and what sprinkles should I add, the possibilities are endless. One thing I love about baking is that it is up to you to design and create your masterpiece. But when that masterpiece is stolen by a certain annoying boy who lives next door, things can get very... messy. Although it could get a lot messier when my cupcakes aren't the only things he stole from me...