My first boyfriend was Blake. We started going out in eighth grade. I used to think about him all the time, but something really bothered me about him.
He would always flirt with everyone else. And after just a week, I had enough of his stupid brown hair and brown eyes. He thought he was better than everybody, hisself concealed with pure pride.
Rich, amazing singing voice, and plain out snob.
We held hands at the movies on a Saturday, and as soon as my mom picked me up from the movie, he texted me from his moms van saying he wanted to break up with me.
Come to find out, he was cheating on me the whole six days we dated. With Emma, also rich and talented just like him. They went good together.
Truth be told, I didn't care. I don't even know what happened to Blake, I haven't seen him since we broke up.
But now there is Ashton.
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Kissing in July
RomanceHailey Prescott may have never been kissed before, and she may have hated her past boyfriends, but Ashton Tyler is different. She falls in love with him, but the question is: how far are they willing to go for their love? Hopefully enough for a k...
