Typical
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Mallory is just a typical junior in high school. Dealing with the stress of family, SATS, school work, and college. Drama at Hollow Brooke will make her change to what she has never been before. Could her teenage hormones get the best of her when talking to a cute boy? Will she crack by the extra work her teachers make her do? All she needs is something to release her stress or someone...
"How about this? I'm French Horny for your tromboner." I rubbed my temples, trying to keep a smile from breaking out on my face.
"Can you stop? I'm trying to study and not listen to your lame ass pick up lines." I grumbled to her as I swiveled my chair back around to my desk trying to focus on my math equation.
"I can do ass pick up lines too," I could see she wiggled her eyebrows from the corner of my, obviously she has selected hearing. "Your Daddy must have been a Baker, cos you got the nicest set of buns I've ever saw." I groaned loudly and she just laughed at my response. I turned around in my chair to face her and she grinned at me as she sat crossed legged on my bed.
"I'm guessing I can't do homework tonight?" Her smiled grew and it reminded me of the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. She shook her head from side to side and instantly bounded over to me.
"Nope," she said popping the 'p', "homework is for prudes." Dear lord how has she made it this far in school? I guess I need a brake anyway so I happily follow her down stairs to the kitchen. "Do you work for UPS?"
"What?" I asked being totally confused. My friends could be so weird sometimes, she knows I don't work there.
"Because I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package." She giggled and I groaned loudly but I couldn't help but let a slight grin make its way to my face. She's persistent, I'll give her that.
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