Started With A Cupcake

Started With A Cupcake

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Meet Alessandra Capello, who seems to be this nerdy girl who reads books and bakes cupcakes. She's been in Evans High for 2 years now, and has a few friends in the school but rarely talks to others. That is, after Diego Garcia... Well, let's just say that he never treated her that well, back when he was in Evans High. That's putting it mildly. What he did... He betrayed her and squeezed every ounce of trust that existed. Meet Spencer La Fey. The typical 17 year old American guy. There isn't a cell in his body that isn't rebellious. Goes to parties, does every dare he's presented with, dated nearly every hot (and not) girl, and none of them turn him down. They would be stupid. Who would turn down that tan, green-eyed, dark-haired Greek god? No one. And does he even like any of the girls? Nope. Until one day, he gets chosen in the Pair Sale. The one that requires baking in a school event. With a partner. Whoa, this keeps getting better and better. Who is his partner? Alessandra Capello. All rights reserved ©2015 IrisGlider
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"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk. My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin. "Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record. He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me. Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow. "You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away. ~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.

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