The Wrong Girl (Lea Michele Fan Fiction)
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  • Reads 4,715
  • Votes 119
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 14m
Ongoing, First published Jun 06, 2013
Being at the wrong place at the wrong time can be used to describe me. 
I was behind the bleachers when the most popular boy approached me, he thought I was his girlfriend and he kissed me.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.
I guess that's how my instant popularity happened, I was the wrong girl being kissed by the most incredible guy at school. I was only new to the school, I had been there for less than two months when all this happened.
Some believe it's fate, other think it's plain stupidity by the guy. 
I'm the shy girl who doesn't talk to anyone besides my friends, who does what they're told when asked and never gets in trouble. But when this...this popularity happens, my life as we know it.
Goes down the drain. 
Leaving behind my friends, my good reputation, losing the most important piece of my life. 
Jay Adams. 
The choices of it all come down to me.
And I don't know what to do.

(Hey, never written a fan fiction before so hopefully you like it -fingers crossed- don't be too harsh please! Thanks xxx- cloudybubbles)
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