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    Tu Compania – (Chapter: All Again For You)

    Story written on February 29, 2008 by eyeheartmusik.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.lf.beardesk.com/?p=14979
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    Summary: Spencer is a senior at King High and is very popular: she’s the senior class president and a member of the Step Dance Team. Her parents divorced when she was a child and her mother has remarried Ben, who had one child by his first wife. Her name is Kyla. Yes, it is THE Kyla. Spencer and Kyla are not close. However, Kyla is best friends with Ashley Davies, another outsider. Their worlds are all turned upside down when Spencer decides to create an OurChart account to meet new friends. Prepare yourselves for a rollercoaster ride of emotions and unexpected twists in this cyber-themed romance.

    If it were up to me, I would be going to USC Annenberg. I hate science and math; the dissections in Biology have always made me faint. Freeze-dried frog intestines make me want to vomit, how could I possibly be a doctor? Nothing adds up but apparently, I don’t have a choice in the matter. As for Addison, he is set to receive a basketball scholarship from UCLA as long as he isn’t injured this season. I can’t help but be proud of him. Except, he keeps talking about our plans and our future. It’s freaking me out. Like earlier today, he came up to my locker and put his big muscular arm around my shoulders and said, “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

    “No,” I replied hastily shutting my locker quickly and removing his arm from my shoulders and placing my small hand into his larger palm. He grinned and pecked me on the cheek. His lips were so soft against my cheekbone it could have been mistaken for a small puff of air. A small girl with glasses bumped into me and looked up apologetically.

    “I’m sorry,” she muttered. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place her. “I guess there’s not much room for walking when the Queen is in the building.”

    “Do I know you?” I asked. Although I tried to be nice to everyone, my friends weren’t always so accommodating, so it wasn’t unusual to find someone who was less than a fan of me or my crowd.

    “I’m in your Spanish Class.” Oh yes. Now I remembered. The girl who always wore red. “I dated your friend Taycen.”

    “Aha Well in that case I’m sorry,” I said putting my hand on her should as Addison chuckled. “She’s a total slut. If I had known, I would have warned you.”
    “Babe, let’s go. We’re gonna be late,” Addison said hauling me away from the girl I now remembered to be named Brooke. Before we entered the English Lit room, he bent down and placed a finger underneath my chin, bringing our lips together. No sparks. Yet again. “I can’t wait until we can be together forever.”

    Talk about squirming in an oily pool of unease. I mean seriously, he has to stop with the future talk. But that’s enough about my kind-of-love life. Let’s get to my friends. By the way, I’ve changed the names because I really want to be honest here and I don’t feel like getting my ass kicked if I want to talk some smack.

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