The doorbell rings and I go downstairs. Davey’s standing on the porch, and he’s got a reddish hue. Combined with his short hair and round face, he looks like a worried beet.
“I hate girls”, he says.
I nod, thinking that maybe Lydia or Hannah has made some cruel remark about his huge nose, festering zits, or terrible hairstyle...
Readers – let’s take a vote. Who hates girls? Or boys for that matter? And why :-)
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Teen FictionSixteen-year-old Josh hopes to be a metalhead someday. Maybe then he would finally be considered as cool as his dad was. Right now, he's just a wannabe. He's never been kissed, he keeps getting weird mail and a big chunk of his Facebook friends are...
