September 1985 Senior year is really shaping up to be something

September 1985 Senior year is really shaping up to be something

Our parents belong to the same country club, social circles, and tax brackets

A week before school starts, I get accused of shoplifting right in front of my crush, Russell James, aka The Preppy Prince. He makes my entire body weak as water, and I hate that he has that effect on me. He’s totally not my type, and I refuse to be ruled by a few wayward hormones. Only he seems sort of cool, and, well, he looks pretty hot in his football uniform. But who am I kidding? He’s got Amanda Prescott his preppy match making a grab for his jersey. Russell could never be into someone like me. We’re from totally different planets. Besides, I’ve done something that I’m pretty sure someone like Russell James would never approve of. I’m not so sure I approve either. I’d die if anyone ever found out. Yeah, senior year is really shaping up to be something. Heather Knowles is the coolest chick I know. She’s a little wild but she’s genuine, honest, and drop dead gorgeous. The more I get to know her, the more I want to spend time with her. She’s finally opening up to me, and a part of me really wants to tell Heather all about my haunted past-that I’m not the person anyone thinks I am. If my mother had her way, I’d go to the grave with that info. But Heather is probably the only person who would understand. She’s so beautiful. I don’t know how I got all the way to senior year without getting to know her better. Now the only thing I want is to make up for lost time. My name is Amanda Prescott, and Russell James is mine. I’ve known Russell all my life. Russell needs to face it. We are destined to be together. That little slut, Heather? She doesn’t stand a chance. Once I let the entire student body in on her dirty secret, Russell will run straight into my arms ducking for cover. There’s never been anything or anyone that I’ve wanted that I didn’t get. Yeah, my name is Amanda Prescott, and Russell James is mine.

#3 A Totally ’80s Romance, Tome 3 : Hold Me Now

December 1985 Senior year is really shaping up to be something. In an effort to turn my humdrum life around, I decide to take a walk on the wild side. By the time graduation hits, everyone will know who I am. Only, things don’t exactly go as planned. They go horribly, terribly wrong right out of the streaking gate. Not only have I embarrassed myself in front of Jessie Fox, the only boy I’ve ever had a crush on, but the entire basketball team now has an obscene nickname just for me. Sadly, I got my wish, everybody knows who I am. Yeah, senior year is really shaping up to be something. Jennifer Barkly has caught my eye before, but I don’t know why I didn’t zero in on her sooner. As soon as she started tutoring my little sister, I knew I wanted to keep her in my life. Things have been a little chaotic on the girl front for the last few years. I’ve got chicks lining up for whatever I’m willing to give them, and, for the most part, it’s been fun, but lately it’s not feeling so great anymore. I want to slow it down, rein it in. Jennifer wants to go wild just as I’m looking to explore my mild side. I think maybe we should meet in the middle. I’ll be her wild if she’ll be my mild. It’s a nice balance that could work for the both of us. I’m sort of hoping it’s Jennifer and I that will work in the end. My name is Tess Nichols. And my name is Rachel Torres. Jessie Fox belongs to us. Sure he’s gifted a hickey necklace to just about every girl on campus, but we’re his tried and true, forever by his side, and in his bed girls. And now this little skank Jennifer comes along and thinks she’s going kissbrides.com web to break us up? Like fer sure. I’m so serious. Jennifer might think she’s going to weasel her way into his bedroom, but we’re not going down without a fight. We know a dirty little thing or two about little Ms. Innocent. And we also know a thing or two about making a wannabe “Jessie’s girl” disappear from our boyfriend’s life forever. Jennifer isn’t the first ho we’ve evicted from his harem, and she won’t be the last. Yeah, my name is Tess Nichols. And my name is Rachel Torres. Jessie Fox belongs to us.

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