Mayonnaise in the Closet

Mayonnaise in the Closet

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May Carter is simply another normal teenager, with a few quirks of her own. She hangs out with her quirky group of friends, has a quirky little family to deal with, and being a senior, has Finals and Prom -- among a lot of other things -- to worry about. Her life isn't how Hollywood has been depicting it is supposed to be. In other words, she is like you and I. So, what will happen when she accidentally bumps into the resident bad boy of Atgree High, Red Duncan? Will he spare her, or does he have something else for her in his mind? And how will she deal with the constant attention she's been receiving from the barista-boy in the local cafe, who's name is literally Cupid? No one: Not even the Europeans when they colonized the whole world: May Carter: Why on Earth am I surrounded by people with the weirdest names? NOTE: This is not a cliche. Read at your own risk. :)
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"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

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