Pretty Little Monster
“I’m just kidding. You’re one of the nicest people I know. That’s why… I didn’t know if you were just saying that to be nice or if you really meant it. It’s okay if you tell me the truth, Ryan. I mean, if you don’t think I’m pretty, that would put you in the same category as every other male in Barryville, except for my dad, I guess, and if you do, then I’m not going to assume you’re declaring your undying love for me. I know we’re just friends.”
Ryan’s eyes lingered on her face for a moment, and Beth could see the wheels spinning in his mind. With each passing second, she braced herself for her best friend to tell her that she was plain, mediocre, homely, or something less stinging—like ‘ki
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