Wat up the world or whoever's reading this!

My yearlys are over and Im happy! So now I can write instead of studying (kinda) YAY YAY

R and R,

Be Special

Luv MsMcCartney

Ps. I think I'm going to Green Day! I love em!

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Keep your eye on the target and you'll eventually succeed, one of the only things Sara's mum had ever taught her. She was going to get her man, and no one was going to stand in her way.
Hmm, but how. The pretty blonde wracked her brain for ideas. Perfect. She came to an idea after a few minutes. Sara pulled out her mobile, flipped open the case and punched in a message.

Bradin,

Guess we got off to bad start, please forgive . Anywayz, havin a parti 2nite, parents out of town, luv u 2 cum, bring your biatch.

Luv Sara.

That worked.

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Bradin was lying on his bed talking with Michelle. Before long Bradins arm had wrapped around her shoulder, and they had inched closer and closer together, until Michelle was almost on top of him. The light kissing had soon turned a heavy make-out session. Bradin creeped his hand up her shirt but she pulled away.

"Not yet babe," she apologised.

"No, I'm sorry," he said, looking away. A few seconds of awkward silence was broken by his phone going off. Bradin picked it up and looked down at the text.

"Fuck off," he mumbled at the screen.

"What was that for," Michelle shouted at Bradin.

"No, no, not you, the message."

"Who was it?" Michelle asked, sitting down again.

Should he lie, or tell her? No, it would stuff up everything, again.

"Umm, Nikki, I was fighting with her," he lied, biting his lip.

She stared him in the eye. "Look, I'd better be off," she said, standing up and kissing him on the cheek.

"Okay, see you gorgeous." She smiled at him and walked out.

He sent a sms back to Sara.-

Piss off, I don't want to know you

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Playing hard to get, thought Sara when she got his text. Well maybe I should go give him a personal invitation.

And with that she strode out of the room and towards Bradins house.

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"Sara" Ava exclaimed in surprise. She wasn't to sure if she was happy to see Bradins ex or not.

"Hello Ms Gregory. Is Bradin home?" the blonde asked, standing at the door.

"Yes, he's in his room, go right up," she smiled, walking back into the kitchen.

Sara ran up the stairs and entered Bradins room without knocking. He'd fallen asleep on his bed. Even better.

Sara straddled his hips and lent down to kiss him, tasting his lips like she hadn't in along time. Bradin stirred.

"Michelle, is that… Sara!" he exclaimed, sitting up with her still on top of him.

"Get out!" he shouted, but she didn't budge.

"You know you want me," she smiled, leaning down and kissing him again. "I can relieve your pain if that tight bitch won't," she smiled, kissing him, pulling his shirt over his head.

"No, stop, go away… oh god." She grinded her hips into him, leaving him speechless. Bradin you idiot. You hate this girl, make her go. But other parts of him were telling him to let her stay. He groaned and lay back as she worked his pants off.

"Look Sara, if word gets out," but she hushed him.

"This can be our little secret."

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Sorry Bee, not much controversy yet, but you wait. Plus I was gonna use your idea but then I decided not to, soz. I'll keep it for another story, this was easier to write.

Wait, before you go, please review. It'll make me happy, even happier than the thought of no yearlys.

A tout a l'heure, Au revior, A bientot,

Love MsMcCartney