Dented By Steele

Dented By Steele

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Percy Jackson and the Olympians
I walked up to the pictures, and my thoughts were confirmed. Calypso was kissing me on the cheek, in one of them. I was kissing calypso on the cheek in another, and the third picture was of me calypso standing close to each other, smiling, our hands on each others waists. By the looks of it, these pictures were taken way before I made it big. Definitely before I was verified on twitter. ******** This is a story of a man and a woman, who met in a chance encounter. A world famous singer, and a girl in the big apple. Cliché? Not so much. ******** I'm not that good at these things, summation of my story, I mean. Please give it a chance. Constructive criticism is very much appreciated.
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"Wanted to be bold." I blush while I avoid eye contact. "Devin needed to borrow clothes for gym." I stare at my bare legs. "I should've told her no." He shrugs, biting into his sub. "Not a fan of exposing the body." I nibble on my burrito. "I just don't want anyone to get the wrong idea." I tuck my hair behind my ear. "That you're easy." My face reddens as I look at him in the corner of my eyes. After a few moments, I nod. He sighs. "The only thing that makes a girl easy is if she lets every and any guy inside." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Clothes or attitude has nothing to do with it." I trace a circle on my thigh. "And a guy that believes otherwise is either a dick or a rapist." I smile. "Avery." "Ava." "Your brain works in wonderful ways." I get more comfortable and lean on his shoulder. "So you've said." I giggle. "I'm glad to share the same name as you." ~ A girl, a perfectionist, named Avery Jones has been in love with her childhood friend's brother for as long as she can remember. He's never noticed her, though, he doesn't really notice anyone. He's sort of an insouciant philanderer. They couldn't be any different, the only thing that connects them is their names. Oh, by the way, his name is also Avery Jones; no relation. As crazy as it might sound, it's true. Anyway, it isn't until she becomes his mentor that he finally sees her. But will this new circumstance spark a connection or show just how different they are?

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