Samada, the runway model and summer camp beauty queen, was shrieking at me for stealing her man, and I had no idea why.
To begin with, that is not my style.
Second, I'm probably the least popular female at this camp. It's giving me wayyyyyyyy I couldn't get a hamster to go away from its wheel.
"Are you two no longer a thing?" I inquired.
It's brand new to me.
Her hair was frizzy, as if she hadn't straightened it earlier in the day. Her eyes were puffy and red, as if she'd been sobbing. Despite this, she was still stunning. But Mark, you're a jerk for putting girls through this. This is the sort of thing I was expecting to hear about him.
It's a heartbreaker.
He can change girls as easily as he can change moods.
Oh, and that leads me to my third (and most significant) reason for n
