Rejects In Red Skirts

Rejects In Red Skirts

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"Let's back up a bit. Okay so I am perfectly normal contrary to popular belief. My name is Rebecca Bradley and it's pretty average just like the rest of me. Even though every time my mom comes into school I just kind of die of embarrassment. Well she calls everyone sweetie pie even like umm Sergio the buffest guy I mean I just can't stand her. Would anyone? No. So maybe my parents aren't normal, but I'm pretty sure I am. At least I hope I am. No one's ever said I'm not normal before, so I guess that's why I'm kind of dying right now. Well that and I'm pretty sure I just ruined what might have been my only chance with my crush. Now I stand with my feet glued to the tile floor as I watch my dream crush, the hottest guy in school, and the quarterback for our football team, walk away stomping on my dreams. He even has the hottest name... Cameron Knight."
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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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