Life With Bad Boys
Do I need to say more?
It's your own personal hell.
You got the populars, the athletes, the nerds, the weirdos, and just those people who don't fit in anywhere.
I am one of those people.
I am also one of those girls who can't just magically become friends with someone in .02 seconds, if you're looking for her, try my sister.
I don't have a single clue about boys.
They had cuties in kindergarten, but now they suddenly transformed into to heart-breaking sex gods (well, at least I think that's it. I watch a lot of tv)
High school, and a house full of boys. Hormonal, teenage boys, might I add
AND, let's not forget the fact that I have to move half-way across America to this new school....and life.
Can it get better? (Note sarcasm)
Yes. The answer is yes.
Throw in a little bit of love, and I am screwed.
I mean, what are you suppose to do when a guy constantly getting in to trouble, takes a liking to you?
If you're me, you blush really hard and try desperately to avoid ALL eye contact.
Yep. Sounds like a full proof plan.
The Sanchez boys are going to make my life a living hell in the best way possible.
So I totally redid my story. I deleted my previous one and started fresh. Hope you guys give it a try!