His bare arms flexed as he wiped his hands from the car grease. I couldnt help but bite my bottom lip. But who am I? Oh right... Presley Greener I almost forgot that I wasnt the most popular Leane Lace. Girls like me didnt get guys like him. I probably looked like a freak staring at him from my bedroom window across the street. He turned around and looked dead at me. I quickly faced the other way and slid down the wall, embarresed. Just like I said, girls like me, didnt get guys like him. ..::REWRITTING SOON::.
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