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They were perfect for each other, perfect in general, and it nauseated Shoshanna

“Excuse us” Marilyn said it to her in a sour, snappy way Shoshanna moved out of the way and watched as they headed up the stairs God, at only eighteen years old Toby was built with thick muscles, and had several tattoos on his back, as was evident when he removed his shirt for football practice

He even had the cockiness to go along with knowing he was gorgeous He looked over his shoulder, and she swore their gazes locked for a second But Shoshanna knew that couldn’t be the case They one to the same school, but to Toby she was invisible

She was just the chubby, geeky girl that probably stared at him too often

He turned around almost as soon as he had looked at her, and just like that the connection was broken, or at least the connection she had felt She headed inside, ready to finish the day and it hadn’t even begun

After putting her bag in her locker she heard the bell for first period, turned with her books in hand, and slaht into a hard chest

Her books fell and scattered across the floor Shoshanna rab her books She pushed her glasses up, having not been able to find her contacts this ave her the stereotypical appearance of being a nerd

A thickly muscled and tattooed arm reached out and picked up her econoaze up the black t-shirt that was stretched across the hard chest, she stared into Toby’s blue eyes His black hair was short, kind of spiky around his head, and he smirked at her

“I’ain, this time in a softer voice

“I’”

They stood at the saaze, and then finally Shoshanna turned her stare to the lockers behind him This eird, aard, and she kneas probably scrutinizing her Hell, she earing a plaid shirt tucked into her khaki skirt, and a pair of brown flats that did nothing to accentuate her ankles