Ave Michaels is an out-and-proud cynical romantic who never had her heart broken (considering she has to fall in love first.)
That is until, in order to get published, she has to prove she's a versatile writer by writing a romance novel.
Throw in a...
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"In Which Reality is a Catchy Beer Song"
(Pt. 3)
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September 13
11:45 AM? (Seriously, I gave up for now)
Dining Terrace, Belle Mont Prep
Complete and utter silence. This, right here, is a perfect face-palm moment.
"Is it just me that thinks it's a work of genius?" comments Jhett the Intellectual, breaking the silence.
"Not really, more like a copyright infringement,"* I mumble through my straw.
"A history about dicks? Count me in!" Tamieke coincides, and they high-five.
"Is that even allowed?" Kiana gently inquires, breaking down their little party.
Tamieke shares a look with Joule.
Joule sighs, "She has a good point."
Tamieke grins knowingly at him, "Bitch, I know you want it, too."
Joule rolls his eyes and smirks.
"So, Sushi. You were saying something?" Tia gets back to the point.
Sushi's eyes widen, "Oh! I just got held up in some media arts club activities, so I didn't get to attend Japanese Studies. Speaking of which, I heard there was a quiz and a seatwork in Microeconomics class. Did you take them, Tams?"
Tamieke shrugs. "Didn't have to. Coach got the entire team excused for practice."
"Same," Jhett nods in agreement, but "the pool water stuck in my ears was worth it!"
"Me, neither," I add.
Tia shoots me a narrow-eyed look, "What do you mean 'neither'? You're not on the team – or in any team, for that matter."
"Nope" — I say, popping my lips — "but that doesn't mean I have to attend the class."
Here it comes, in 3... 2... 1.
"Ave, you promised"—
"Just kidding, mamita.* Geez, cálmate, por favor. * I did attend —I just slept through it," I hold back a yawn, remembering the sheer drudgery of being in class.
"Why were you sleeping? You don't sleep. You're wired like a horse," Tia says, unconvinced.
"I had a rough night," I mumble, fiddling with my straw.
"Ooh," Tamieke and the 'mos resound.
"Not like that, you dirty-minded freaks. Seriously, all you slutbags think about is sex," I grumble through my brookies, stuffing myself with its chocolatey goodness.
