Well... I've been going through my stories- I have tons and tons that are not completed. So I'm just wrapping this one up. I published this before- but I just ran out of ideas to update it. And it's pretty good by itself, so I changed/added a few things and just re-posted it.
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Manny Santos was not a slut.
She was not a boyfriend stealer.
She was not a baby killer.
She was not a girl who would take her top off while she was drunk for a boy she barely knew with a video camera and then have it spread all over the school.
She was not into drugs.
But yet all of those things had happened. She had had sex at age 14, with a boy who already had a girlfriend, gotten pregnant by that boy, and had an abortion.
She had low self esteem for awhile, drank alcohol at a party to make herself feel better, and the whole topless video had happened that way.
And she had done cocaine with that same boy that had gotten her pregnant (you would think she'd have learned from previous experiences) because that was the main part of his life and she wanted him to see that she was a part too.
That hadn't worked.
But there was one other thing Manny Santos was not, but it had happened anyway.
It was something she had vowed never to do, never to become. Never to even consider. She'd seen what had happened to other girls, what had happened to her best friend.
But she was Jay' Hogart's girlfriend anyway.
And even worse- or better, you could say- when he'd asked her to marry him, she'd said yes.
So Manny Santos did not date scumbags.
She did not go cuckoo-bananas for losers.
Her knees did not get weak when she kissed creepy guys who gave her best friends STDs.
Yet here she was, dating one.
Here she was, crazy for one.
And her knees were getting weaker by the second for the man she was about to marry, Jay Hogart.
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Yeah, that's the end. Hope you enjoyed it!