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His Little Blonde Secret

His Little Blonde Secret

Author: Sasha_
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Chapter 1 One

Word Count: 1166    |    Released on: 29/05/2024

bangs on my bedroom door which has become a daily routine of his. I c

nd I sigh, feeling myself pull deeper away from sleep

rning person

y, my voice groggy. I hear him sigh beh

nty minutes Bella, I'm b

cold that hits my warm sleepy body. I hear Jedd mumble something about difficult teenagers outside my bedroom and I roll m

ade down my back, tickling the exposed skin. I rotate my head left and right, relieving the tension from sleeping

I taken a few years ago at a summer BBQ. I'm holding a burger in my right hand, Dads arm swung over

dresses, I prefer hoodies. She's into perfect makeup, I like the natural look. She's into long hair extensions and I relig

my hair out of the towel. I begin to blow dry it, glancing in t

our. A few freckles littered across the bridge of my nose and cheeks that I sort of like. I feel uncomfortable. .. out of place when my hair i

t is pretty much t

jeans and goo

g and most importantly it's

an a girl p

and heading out the door. I run down the stairs two at a time and he

ough the kitchen door. I dive for the last piec

nd outside. I open the passenger door with my free hand, wobbling unsteadily from ev

is palm to his forehea

toast and grimacing from its texture. I che

can't be late for college anymore." Jedd lectures me, keeping his eyes trained on the ro

" I tell him truthfully. I crammed hours of revision in

out it Bells, yo

I'm a straight A student and proud of it. I work my bottom off studyi

at you call a . .

mply being socially awkward. I don't have a single friend. The

say the wr

don't like me after all

id everyone. I'm the person that waits in class a little long

ding eye contact with the teacher the entire lesson. .. I'm su

ser we get. Eventually Jedd slows down, pulling up to o

efore reaching over and ruffling my hair. I groan playfully

him, stepping out of the car. Before I leave, I

e same way he has done for the past four years. It

e until it's impossible to make out anymore. I sigh and turn in the direction of school, bracing myself for six hours of uncomf

age to make my way towards the building. Just anoth

nely day to add to t

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