LittleLily19

Sequel to Not My Type"Penelope?" I stopped in my tracks, not wanting to connect that voice to its face. There's no way. It can't be him. I was good, I was so good and I had moved on. How on earth could it be him? A huge part of me wanted to walk away and never see his face again. But I didn't. It's not like he killed my family or something, he's just a jerk. I can face a jerk. Maybe then, he'll see that he really had no effect on me, and that I am no longer the naive teenage girl that fell in love with him. So I turned to look him in the eye with the brightest smile I could muster. "Hello Adam."…

LittleLily19

Penelope Forbes was your average sweet, shy, sixteen year-old girl. She had two best friends, a waiter at the diner who was absolutely head-over-heals for her, a little sister, and a loving mom. She worked as an assistant in the public library and had a wonderful reputation at school. While most teens would go out and party any time they got the chance, Penelope would much rather sit at home and binge-watch a show or two on Netflix.And then, there's Adam Clifton. The school's bad boy. He was cocky, arrogant, and just plain rude. He treated girls like toys and would break their hearts just for fun. No one really knew a lot about him except for his two friends. That's right. Two. What happens when these complete opposites cross each other's paths on several different occasions? Will they be forced to become friends or hate each other for ever?So this is your average cliche story. It's just that story for all hormonal teenage girls who love cheesy romantic comedies or guys who love them as well. Whatever. So enjoy!…

LittleLily19

you're looking for them, I believe... those are the pretty girls.---------------Emy Sutton was a force to be reckoned with if there ever was one. She was as tough as nails. She was mean, and she was scary... at least everyone thought that of her. No one ever bothered actually trying to talk to her. She never talked, unless she was making a sarcastic comment that is. She was always somewhere reading. She was mysterious. She was angry. And she was certainly not one of the pretty girls.…