Satan Needs Help With Math?

Satan Needs Help With Math?

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I'm a "goody, goody", Tyler Woods is an ass. I try my best to get good grades, He is an ass with sucky grades. I like to read and draw on my free time, He likes to party and bang girls on his. Not to mention that he breaks their heart afterwards. Did I tell you that he is an ass? ------------- I think it's safe to say that I, Alexa Kidd and Tyler Woods aren't the best of friends. Trust me, I would much rather walk across hot burning flames, barefoot, than to spend time with him. That is until our very intelligent math teacher decided it would be a wonderful idea to have me tutor him. (Can you catch my sarcasm?) So I guess for the next few weeks I'll be spending my time with Satan himself. What joy!
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"I'm not good for you, Scott." I say, my voice sounding louder than it did in my head. Scott rubs his face in exasperation and groans before turning to face me. "Sky, you are. You are and that's why I'm in love with you, because you're good and I hate it because I'm constantly afraid that you'll push me away like you did before, but I love it at the same time because you make me want to be good too, to give a shit about things. Christ, I quit smoking for you and it's been hard but I want to make you happy. Because you are good, and I know because you've been through so much crap and you are still so fucking beautiful, inside and out. If you leave me now I won't be able to cope, please. Please, Sky." At this point his hands are covering mine, kissing them with endless pleads and his eyes are glazed over and impassioned, burning with the fire of a thousand suns, boring into mine as he gives himself to me and I'm utterly overthrown. ******************************************************************* Boys. Make-ups. Break-ups. Parties. Drinking. School. Friends. Enemies. In other words, being 16-going-on-17. Sky Brodie is heading towards the end of Sophomore year in California, dragging along with her an endless bane of uncomfortable predicaments. What do you do when the world is trying to make your life unspeakably miserable? How do you work your way through a Mess?

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