Thirty Five
JUST ANOTHER BLONDE Mallory watched Graham as he watched Nova. She didn't know if he liked the blonde; Mal couldn't read him that well just yet. Next to her, Riley snorted. "Take a picture, it lasts longer." Malory turned her head around, her lips in a firm line. "What's the appeal?" She asked, frustrated. "She's just another leggy blonde who's probably made her way around half the male population of this school." Riley chuckled, shutting the copy of 13 Reasons Why that she was reading. "I don't know," she said thoughtfully, "maybe they're just easier to score." "Probably," Mallory muttered, feeling strangely satisfied. She knew she wasn't easy. She had standards unlike the popular ones like Nova or Monica or even the wild cheerleaders. For a dark mo
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