Before you start reading this story, here are a few things you should know.
This story was written more than a decade ago. I started to write it in 2009. I was a teenager and this was the first full length novel in English I was writing, as English is not my native language.
For these reasons, this story is riddle with grammatical mistakes. I know I could go back and correct them in the chapters, but if I do that I lose the inline comments. The inline comments are a community of their own. I don't want to lose them in the sea of comments. Because of that I don't go back and correct the mistakes.
Also. In 2009, the stories you read on Wattpad weren't the stories you read now. There was a lot more Mean Girls type of stuff. This story is inadvertently a product of its time. There's a lot of slut-shaming. I have no excuse for putting that in the story, but it came from a misguided place of writing the same kind of stories I was reading.
If you want a better, kinder, less grammatically incorrect version of this story I suggest checking out Pitiful I Know instead, which is the edited version that I'm uploading at the moment.
If you chose to read this story, I ask that you don't start writing angry comments about the issues I've just mentioned. I was not a perfect writer, I'm still not, I'm working on it, and I hope you'll forgive the mistakes I did when I was younger and didn't know any better.
Thank you! <3
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I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know
Teen FictionLexi Grayson is a normal teenager, as normal as she can be with her unobserving skills and her overthinking mind. But she might need the overthinking if she wants to unravel the smirking mystery that is Blake Eaton.
