I’ve been a cheerleader my whole life, popular, pretty, always top of my class. Most people expect me to be a bitch, but I’m not. My senior year of highschool a new kid moves to my school. A punk guy named Sam Monroe. Somehow we go from strangers to lovers.

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The bleachers were packed, every seat taken under that blazing September sun. The air smelled like fresh-cut grass and desperation, that last gasp of summer before the season turned.

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