Little Miss Perfect, Chapter Two
Most Likely to Become a Porn Star is written in hot pink glitter paint across my windshield.
“Did I miss a class vote for that one?” Will snarks as he points and continues laughing, hard. “Don’t remember a page like that in the yearbook, and I was editor.”
A blush blooms from my chest to my ear tips. My skin matches the magenta sparkly paint.
“Pretty sure my friend Persephone is responsible for that,” I squeak.
“Persephone?”
“Yes?” A head with long, honey-colored hair pops up from behind Will’s car, two rows over, her overgrown bangs brushing against the tips of her eyelashes. She’s wearing overalls and a massive smile that says, Gotcha.
“You’re dead! SO DEAD!!” I shout. “That is not funny!” Read more →