Don't Forget About Her

Don't Forget About Her

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"That girl" Wes's hands move gradually down to my hips. He gently spins me around, so that I am facing the full-length mirror mounted on the wall. "The girl who crashes weddings just for the pigs in a blanket. The girl who calls me at 2am drunk off her ass, asking my opinion on Brexit. The girl that drops her phone in her soup, on a first date. The girl that owns a pair of fried egg earrings. Her" He points to my reflection in the mirror and then slowly presses his lips against my neck. His eyes still glued to mine. "Don't forget about her" With two months left until her 18th birthday. Lydia Bradley's life starts to become complicated when she realises that expectations and opinions of other people have controlled her life. In an attempt to discover herself, Lydia inadvertently becomes involved in the affairs of a criminal gang. But can she pull herself out before she gets involved too deeply or is this the life she was attempting to discover?
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"Wanted to be bold." I blush while I avoid eye contact. "Devin needed to borrow clothes for gym." I stare at my bare legs. "I should've told her no." He shrugs, biting into his sub. "Not a fan of exposing the body." I nibble on my burrito. "I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "That you're easy." My face reddens as I look at him in the corner of my eyes. After a few moments, I nod. He sighs. "The only thing that makes a girl easy is if she lets every and any guy inside." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Clothes or attitude has nothing to do with it." I trace a circle on my thigh. "And a guy that believes otherwise is either a dick or a rapist." I smile. "Avery." "Ava." "Your brain works in wonderful ways." I get more comfortable and lean on his shoulder. "So you've said." I giggle. "I'm glad to share the same name as you." ~ A girl, a perfectionist, named Avery Jones has been in love with her childhood friend's brother for as long as she can remember. He's never noticed her, though, he doesn't really notice anyone. He's sort of an insouciant philanderer. They couldn't be any different, the only thing that connects them is their names. Oh, by the way, his name is also Avery Jones; no relation. As crazy as it might sound, it's true. Anyway, it isn't until she becomes his mentor that he finally sees her. But will this new circumstance spark a connection or show just how different they are?

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