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The Epitome of Perfection

Novel By: Sabbie
Romance



Seventeen year old Alexandra has grown up with parent's who pay no attention to her. Her only escape is her best friend, Peter. Popularity is not an option for her, and she doesn't mind it one bit.
But what happens when Tyler Cruz, one of the most popular boys in school and the one she swore she hated, takes a liking to her?
This isn't your normal popular boy-falls-for unpopular girl, because sometimes, the unexpected can happen. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jan 3, 2013    Reads: 103    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


It had been countless weeks since Peter had kissed me. I had not spoken to him since that day. I was too shocked. He didn't make any efforts to contact me either, so I was confused as to what was going on. I thought about it all the time. I had already forgotten about Tyler, the dumb asshole didn't deserve me. Or at least, that's what I told myself. I missed Peter, missed him terribly. I tried to forget about what had happened, and instead threw myself into school. I spent hours studying and cleaning and trying not to think about Peter. But I couldn't not think about it. That was impossible.

I let out a sigh as I set the bowl of pasta on the island. I was finally finished cooking supper. Rolling my shoulders, I heard the garage door opening. A second later both of my parents walked through the front door.

"I don't think that would be the best idea," my mother was saying.

"I really think that at the point we're at right now, it's the best way to go," my dad said.

I heard my mother sigh as she walked into the kitchen, my dad walked in close behind her.

"Hello, Alexandra," my dad said.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hi, sweetie," my mom said, coming over to me and giving me a quick hug before walking over and taking a plate. She filled it with pasta and then walked out of the kitchen, muttering something about eating in her office. The clicking of her high heels seemed to echo throughout the kitchen even after she had left. I turned back to say something to my dad, but I realized that he was already gone. I then realized that he hadn't taken any pasta. He hadn't said anything. I didn't know when he had left. I walked out into the living room and saw that his suit coat was draped across his chair, his keys carelessly tossed on top of it.

I then heard my dad's loud, strained voice coming from upstairs.

"Julie! We can't keep doing this! You have to cut down your spending or else we are going to be drowning in debt!"

"I do not overspend," my mother retorted, her voice equally as tense.

"You spent over a thousand dollars on a bag, Julie, a bag!"

"You've been looking at my credit card purchases?"

I put my hands over my ears and tried to block out their arguing. If I went up into my room I would just be able to hear them more clearly. I trudged over to the door and walked outside. The cold night air nipped at me, causing me to wrap my arms around myself to try and keep warm. My breath came out in little puffs. I decided to go for a walk. It's not like they would notice I was gone anyways. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was around eleven. I pulled on my boots and walked down the driveway.

After about thirty minutes of walking, I found myself in front of Starbucks. I wasn't sure why I walked so far out here. Stepping inside, I scanned the store for anyone I knew. After confirming that I knew no one, I ordered a coffee and sat down at a window table. Sipping my coffee, my phone began to ring. It surprised me; my parent's actually noticed I was gone.

"Hello?" I said, not bothering to look at the caller ID, already knowing it was my mom or dad.

"Babe," a deep voice said.

"Tyler?"

"I miss you."

I frowned down at my coffee and didn't respond.

"I didn't mean to, you know. That one day, I didn't mean to act like that. I was a complete asshole and I'm really sorry."

I watched the steam rise up from the coffee, warming my face.

"Alex," he said. His deep, sexy voice reminded me of all the times I had with him. He had been a good boyfriend up until that one day.

I sighed.

"C'mon, Alex, I can't do this."

"Can't do what?" I asked.

"Not be with you."

"Tyler…"

"I've been a mess since we broke up."

I ran my finger around the rim of the cup, debating what to say.

"Please, Alex, just give me another chance."

I glanced out the window, watching the cars fly by. I remembered the first time that Tyler had kissed me. Then, without meaning to, I thought of my kiss with Peter. It was slow and sweet. Tyler's kisses were fill with I want you. Peter's kiss was gentler than that. It was soft. I wasn't sure how to describe it. I shook my head. I didn't need to be thinking about Peter.

"Alex?" Tyler said.

"I'm at Starbucks right now," I said, and then I hung up. The rest was in his hands.

Ten minutes later Tyler walked through the door, looked around the store, and found me. He walked over to me and immediately kissed me. He then sat down, looking at me expectantly.

I tilted my head and looked him over. He was still hot. Somehow I expected him to be less attractive to me somehow, but he wasn't.

"So," he said.

I pushed open the door to Starbucks, Tyler close behind me.

"Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"Sure," I said.

We both climbed into the car and Tyler rested his hand on my thigh. We weren't exactly back together, but we didn't seem to be over. I didn't really know what I wanted anymore. I used to be so sure that I didn't want Tyler, but talking to him had made me miss him and what we used to be. The car drive was quiet and a little awkward. I stared out the window as Tyler began to rub his hand up and down my thigh. I glanced at his hand, and then up at him. He was looking at the road, smiling slightly.

When he pulled up in front of my house, I realized that the house was dark. My parents hadn't noticed that I'd left. I sighed and glanced back at Tyler. He was looking at me. He had a truck, so there was no cup holder in between us. There was just a big front seat. I hadn't pegged Tyler as the one to have a truck, but it somehow suited him. He leaned over towards me, pausing when his face was about an inch away from mine. He looked up into my eyes, and then pressed his lips to mine.

I suddenly was tired of everything. I was tired of having to try so hard for people to like me. Tyler liked me. He thought I was pretty. So, I grabbed two handfuls of his hair, arched myself against him, and kissed him back with everything I had. He started to pull me down into a laying down position, and I complied, scooting under him. He pressed himself down on top of me and started kissing my neck, running his hands up my sides. As Tyler continued kissing on my neck, I stared up at the ceiling of his car.

I suddenly sat straight up, knocking him up and catching him by surprise. "I'm sleepy," I said. I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss, and then slipped out of the car and slammed the door shut before he could even react. Running up the driveway, I glanced back. He was simply sitting in his car, staring after me. I waved to him, and then walked inside.





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