My Girl

Chapter one

Before you read:

Let's start this off right, shall we? (:

Okay, I'm am seriously not a good person when It comes to Grammar or spelling. I do my best, but when it comes to writing I just go to fast and miss things along the way.  What I will usually do for this story is post my unedited version and then come back and edit it. (:

Now, don't go thinking it's going to be horriable. It's just minor things, I swear <3

If you have a pet peeve when it comes to things like that .... I guess you shouldn't read this. I'm not saying it's bad, but not the best.  Sorry ...

Language and some scenes are going to be in this story that is ... well ...  explicit and not for younger people. Unless you are young and want to be a rebel, read on ! . If not, there's your  fair warning (:

Oh, and this story is for fun. It isn't going to have any deep meaning nor is it going to have anything close to it. It's pure fun and that's it! :p

Anyways, here is my story and hopefully it's good ! <3

 - Nickymb <3

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Breaking up a sexual encounter wasn’t in my job description.

If I was being even more honest with myself, stealing books from the library and bringing them home wasn’t in my job description either. But since no one complained about that little fact yet, I was willing to let the guilt go.

It wasn’t as if I was actually stealing the books, I mean I worked here for Gods sake, it was mostly just borrowing till I found a way to bring them back.            

While some people might find that characteristic quirky, or something equally insulting, I guess other people would consider me socially awkward. I was the girl who always had a snide comment on her tongue and never followed the latest fashions.

And even if I did, it wasn’t like I had the money to actually buy anything worth wearing. My hair would never make it on the cover of some fashion magazine and my eyes were this weird grey color that seemed to freak people out.    

The one and only time I ever stepped into Victoria Secret was my freshmen year and that was only because my best friend, Kelsey, had her face practically glued to a pair of thongs.

Love is a word I would probably either curse the Gods for making possible or would find in the comfort of my couch as I stayed  up late eating handfuls of popcorn, ogling over some leading mans abs.

The only kiss I ever got was from Matthew Mills and that was in seventh grade on a truth or dare. Even then, it pretty much sucked since somehow during our fabulous make-out extraordinaire he kept getting his elbows stuck in my side and my hair tangled in his thin, long fingers.

So as I turn the corner, a stack of books that Mrs. Jane the old library worker with the beak like nose gave me to put away, I find the one and only Aiden Cash  pushed up against another girl, making out as if their whole future depended on it. And right then and there I knew this wasn’t what my job entitled me to deal with.    

I watched as the girl seemed to groan like a dying dog as Aiden’s hand traveled up her blouse, getting closer and closer to her size B boobs that she tried to shove in a size A bra.