"Dear Cockwaffle, (Yes, I'm talking about you, Graham Barclay.) If you could so kindly stop acting like you're all that and then some, that would be a blessing. Some of us would rather not hear about what fucking sports car daddy bought you over the weekend. Or who you beat playing football last week that everyone already knows about. You're overrated and if you weren't captain of the football team, you wouldn't be hot shit. How does it feel to know you're already peaking in life at 17? One day, you'll end up a sad little loser sitting alone in a bar drowning his sorrows in alcohol with no one but your egotistical self to blame. Boo-hoo. Maybe you should cry about it to daddy. Maybe he could buy you a personality while he's at it. And if you could kindly stop stealing parking spaces, that'd be great too. Thanks. Signed, Telling It Like It Is" After writing a hate letter to the popular douchebag at her school and a reply seen by the entire school, Maya Delgado decides to just keep writing to him anonymously. Graham Barclay is looking for the author of the letters, possibly to end their social life. And when she's partnered up with him for chemistry all semester? Welp, she's screwed. But as the two grow closer in friendship and maybe something more, the harder it gets to hide her secrets from him.
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