Blame It On Boogie Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

I’m sorry please! “We are over Roxy! I won’t ever forgive you!” Shane left hurriedly while crying and I left with a shattered heart.

“Matthew failed to tell you that he’s in love with the mother of his child. He took you and marked you on an impulse, but he has no intention of being with you.” I watched as her tears filled with eyes. “Why? What’s wrong with me?” “No, no, no, baby. You’re perfect. I’m just already in love with someone else. I want her and my child. I can’t be with you.” He quickly told her. “How can I be perfect, yet you don’t want me?” She cried. “It’s not your fault. I’m really sorry.” He said as he rubbed her arm. I could tell that he was doing his best to resist the tingles that their touch created.

“You got to be kidding me! Don't even tell me! You just had to do it again!” Everyone goes quiet as Joanne walks up to the group. “Hey, what is everyone doing out here?” “Blonde bimbo female whore,” Sammy blurts out. “Sammy!” I have a chuckle at her. But then I shake my head, “Why did I not make the connection earlier on? You the blonde bimbo that got fired for screwing the boss. Matt, is she the one before Roxy?” “Becca, please...” Matt starts to beg.

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

Just drink, dance and ‘have fun’, although I genuinely wondered what was fun about loud music and sweaty bodies. “That's my girl right there,” Maya squealed, excited that she was able to convince me for the second time tonight. “So how do you suggest we get in?” I asked, already regretting my choice of heels. She had that smile on her face again. “Maya…,” I warned. “What?” She flashed me an innocent smile. “Don't worry, I won't do anything crazy tonight.” I'd be damned if I believed her. Her middle name was crazy. “Uh huh? Like the other time you said you wouldn't do anything crazy yet you sneaked into Professor Michael's office and changed your grade?”

The cold light from the screen shone down on me. A moment later, the platform hummed, and two large words appeared: [Accusation Failed.] The scene instantly became deathly silent. The next second, the audience erupted. "Failed? How could it possibly fail?" "It's rigged! Absolutely rigged! That screen showed it clear as day! The little brat said it with her own mouth!" "Exactly! She's vicious, spreading rumors about her own sister, and there are both witnesses and evidence. Why doesn't it count?"

[note to QI: above line says perfume too, so I kept this neutral/vague by changing to liquid] She then glared at me and asked, "Did you tamper with the perfume, Helena?" I shrugged my shoulders, looking completely innocent. "What on earth are you talking about? Why don't I understand what you're getting at, Queenie? Is it possible that your perfume has simply gone bad?" Queenie asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you realize that the person who uses this perfume can't actually smell it? How did the perfume I gave you end up on my vanity, Helena?"

“I am so embarrassed.” “Actually Becca, you managed to do okay. You did puke in my car, but luckily it was in a bag, so I stopped and tossed it out on our way to your place. You then proceeded to black out. I had to carry you into your place.” Will chuckled. “You do kind of owe me for that.”

Being semi-famous is annoying sometimes. I also have no desire to make out with Hunter anymore. Hunter is part of my Model Perfect image, we are a package deal. It's unfortunate for me, that Aftershock has a partnership with Model Perfect. We are the 'it couple' and if there is a slip up the partnership is over. Would that be such a bad thing?

Face impassive, I replied, "Go ahead. After all, someone spent considerable effort making it." I had barely finished speaking when Melissa Barker's eyes reddened. "Marissa, I truly didn't mean for this to happen! I worked overtime till 11 last night to place an order for this banner, so I must have accidentally sent them the wrong thing since it was so late. I'm genuinely sorry!" Before I could say anything, my boyfriend, Liam Yarrow, was already frowning. "Marissa, it's just a name. There's no need to make things difficult for Mel. Just pretend that it's your name on there and stop kicking up a fuss."