Blue Roses

Blue Roses

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Andrea Winsford is quite stereotypically your average teenager. She's a little good, a little bad, she follows the rules but isn't quite the goody two shoes. She loves to be loved and hates to come under a tag or label. Her life was pretty boring till she joined Jefferson High. That fateful year, at the age of 14, when her mom decided to teach in another school and decided to take Annie with her, was the year her life took a weird, twisted, and roller coaster like route. Join me in this journey of weirdness, self discovery, petty crushes and true deep love from the craziest of places.... ***************** Come to the weird side... we have cookies ;) ***************** WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY HAVE SOME IDEAS YOU AS A PERSON MAY NOT AGREE WITH, THIS DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BAD MOUTH MY BOOK OR COMMENT MEAN STUFF. IT MIGHT BE CLICHÉ, PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. (though I'll try to tone it down) **************** THANK YOU. <3 hope you enjoy...
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COMPLETED "You are pretty dumb for a dork," I laugh as Justin hangs his head down in defeat, "Let me show you" I fiddle around with the displaced parts until it clicks together and the record player starts playing again, "See it's supposed to do that!" "You are pretty smart for a slut." He says back with a laugh but, I can see on his face he instantly regrets it. My mouth is hanging open, in complete shock, when he continues "I'm sorry I didn't mean it-" "No, stop," I say with a slight laugh and then for some reason it grows to a full-blown fit of laughter, "No. one. has. ever. called. me. that. to. My. face" I manage to get out through my small, continuing fits of laughter. "You aren't mad at me?" "No, it's not like that an unknown fact," I saw with a smile, "I'm actually surprised you had the balls to say it." "I don't think you are a slut," He says, his cheeks getting a little flushed. In my most breathy, husky voice, I answer, "are you sure, Justin? I know you have thought about the things I would let you do to me if I would just get naked in front of you." As I start to pull off the sweater that is covering the small tank top that's under it. His face flushes a deeper color of red and I can't help but, giggle a little. "Don't worry Justin, I won't get naked unless you ask." Justin and Blythe are basically polar opposites from each other but, because of one class, they find themselves having to learn everything they can about each other. Where will this story take them? Will they become friends or enemies? Will they pass the class and the ultimate test? Continue on reading to find out!

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