✧ ｡⁺ 🃏 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 💋
cherry garcia, a spoiled mean girl from new york who hates anything less than gold, meets sawyer huggins, a country(ish) boy who hates fancy things. they hate each other. later, sawyer realizes the only person who might a...
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𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐓.
the red chair in the girls part of the locker room had become my new favorite place to talk shit about sawyer to his face.
bella walked in, smiling to herself.
"ugh, i am so done with katie. she knows what she did." newt said.
"i'm so done with cherry." sawyer said.
"bitch, fuck you." i started. "i hope your cow kicks you, and you fall into mud, and ruin clothes that already look like you had to dig them out of the bottom of the goodwill bin, and not in a cute thrifted way."
"why are your insults always so specific?" sawyer asked.
"i don't know, you're just so specifically annoying." i said, putting on a fresh coat of nail polish.
"what does that even mean?" he asked.
"we're playing against the stallions today, and we'll beat them for the fifth time in a row." troy said.
"all we gotta do is follow the sacred ritual that's guaranteed us victory any time." sawyer said.
