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Hello guys! So, if you're here, you're probably here because I sent you. Because you've been reading My Perfect Boyfriend; or you've just happened upon this place by accident, in which case, please stay for some tea&cookies and a little bit of my story!

I'll be posting new additions to the story and stuff that I've already written. Also, some cool new tidbits that have to do with the story. Basically, this blog is all about MPB. I hope you guys enjoy! Make sure you scroll to the bottom/ find the first post if you want the beginning, because the latest posts will always be at the top. And don't try to read ahead: too many spoilers!

This story is full of plot twists and character development, which are my 2 favorite things to write about. So if in the beginning you roll your eyes and x it out, you may just be missing out on some cool action; because it's supposed to annoy you at first!

So sit back, relax, and read!

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Chapter 1D



I'd already dated half of them, and the other half...I just didn't want to try. Besides, I needed to focus my attention on my new fashion line. My dad said I could make one and he would sponsor it(he was pretty rich, he worked for this like, huge company) and I wanted to be famous one day, and this was a good way to start.
"ASHES!" Mackenzie obnoxious voice intruded upon my reverie, and I sat up in shock.
"I'm thinking of taking Gerard," She explained. Gerard was the leader of the football team, and he was pretty hot. But apparently he was some kind of womanizer, so I steered clear.
"Are you sure?" Betti gasped and slurped her skim milk.
"Yes. I need him on my resume." Mackenzie smirked. "I'll dump him after the dance anyway."



"Dump who?" A soft, familiar voice asked.
We all looked up. Charlotte the loser. Of course.
"Just go away, rabbit-lover." I giggled and so did the girls.
"Fine." Charlotte turned her wavy brown hair away from us and marched off towards the loser table. She was number 10 on the list, not too bad, but her fashion sense was hideous. And she just acted like a loser. She never even went to prom because it was too expensive. God, I was glad I never turned out like her.



Suddenly, the doors of the cafeteria slammed shut. Every face turned around, to see a new guy in the doorway. He wore a white v-neck tee, dark wash jeans and a gold medallion around his neck.
"Hot," I breathed, taking in his deep blue eyes, brown shiny hair and delicious muscles. He had to be mine.
"I know," Layla whispered. We all turned to Mackenzie.
"He's mine," She said firmly. I groaned.
"No, he's mine." Layla was the only person in our group who enjoyed standing up to Macs. Usually it ended badly, too.
But this time, instead of the usual anger, Mackenzie Woods had a mischievous glint in her bright blue eyes.


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