You have got to be kidding me! On a night like this, when most sane people are home to escape a blinding snowstorm, I happen to run into Millbrookโs biggest jerk, Nathaniel Peck, the boy who broke my heart at my junior prom. The one who kissed me on a dare and let his buddies laugh at me. Well, eat dirt, Nathaniel Peck, because you might have noticed me on the covers of a few magazines under the heading: Supermodel. I live in New York City now. I will be leaving as soon as the weather clears. And frankly, if it were a choice between kissing you or braving downed electrical wires, Iโd have to think about it.
Itโs official: Iโve regressed. Itโs just that I canโt stand the Cult of Nathaniel Peck that has come over this town. Okay, so he is Chief of Police. So he did make sure I got home safely. So he didnโt try anything funny with me. So that old smirk has been replaced by a sexy, sad smileโฆ No. People just do not change that much. Somewhere inside Nate is the same leering, conniving womanizer I remember. And I intend to prove itโฆ
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