The Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

I turned my gaze back to Summer. She was now lying on her back with her legs stretched out, pointing toward the ceiling. She bent her back and lifted her ass off the floor. Then she rolled over, got to her knees, and stood, facing the crowd, winking, making them go crazy. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, ready to slide them down her legs, inch by inch. I couldn’t take this shit anymore. I charged toward the stage, roughly grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her off the stage and into my arms.

She had failed to knock him out earlier, but why did Summer succeed? "Honey, what did you just do?" she sighed. Summer blinked with her mouth agape. She herself could not believe that she could make the guy pass out. "I just copied Mommy's movements. It's just, I hit him with this," she showed what she was holding. Seeing a shiny black gun in Summer's hand, Sky gasped. "Honey, where did you get it?"

, so we don't touch (don't touch, no, we don't touch) That's my baby (don't touch) Our own love (don't touch) She said "yes", so we don't touch (don't touch, no, we don't touch) You're pretty, I'm pretty in front of our friends You're pretty, I'm pretty, some envy us You're pretty, I'm pretty, because we're getting married You're pretty, I'm pretty in front of our friends You're pretty, I'm pretty, some envy us You're pretty, I'm pretty, because we're getting married

Her voice sounded like she was singing a lullaby. She wasn't just pretty—she was beautiful, like she had just come out of a Barbie cartoon. “Summer.” I could tell by how he looked at her… focused on the way his brother held her hand and the way his jaw flexed. There was tension between the three of them, and anyone could tell. “Okay…why don't you go to your room and settle down with Olive, buttercup?” He nodded, held my hand, and walked us upstairs. —-----------------------------------------------------

34 - Crawl to Me Damon My hands clenched as Summer slowly kneeled on the carpet. She looked hot as fuck in the tiny maid costume. She didn’t even need to wear it. She was practically naked. Her breathing increased when I stayed silent, anticipating what I’d say next. “Come here,” I said, eyeing her perfect tits. She went to stand up, but I interrupted her, “I did not give you permission to stand.” She kneeled again, her wide eyes on me as I said, “Crawl to me.”

I took a couple of pictures of us, dance with Kal on my arms as I planted a kiss on his forehead. We headed home and I went inside my room to change and took a long bath. That night my parents went in my room when I was about to sleep. We talk about the deal and that I should prepare for Mr. Cold-foot, I mean Mr. Cole Ford will be coming any day this week. I sighed as they took their leave. I guess my freedom ends as summer starts. Summer, it’s like my favorite of all the seasons but at the same time I hate it.... •••

Make something up. “That burger looks yummy.” i squeak. Stupid. Finally Ginger snapped out. “Summer is that you?” i tap on the table and put my back on the chair. “yup.” Ginger kept her mouth open. A few seconds later she screamed. “Oh my god! Summer! Da hell happened to you? when did you become from an ordinary tomboy to a hot somebody?” Ginger kept on asking me questions. I knew this was hapening. I looked towards Dalons side, he was laughing at something his friends said then he looked to my side and smiled, giving me thumbs up. i turn my head.

I said and pushed him off to the side and strode over to Anthony Turner. "Hey!" I said brightly. Anthony Turner looked up from his computer. Confusion flickered in his eyes. "I am Summer. I am in your English class," I tried again. "Yeah, I know but why are you talking to me?" he asked. "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I? I am sorry, am I bothering you?" I attacked him with a string of questions. "Oh no no, you aren't bothering me. Sorry I wasn't trying to be rude. It's just that I know how popular you are so I am just taken aback because you are talking to me suddenly," Anthony smiled.

I unfolded the paper with sheer inquisitiveness, it read; 'Tomorrow, at closing period. Three Horns bar... be early.' Was this some kind of date with Salene, the number one beauty in our class? She rarely talks, though remained one of the most discussed topics in class. We all saw and spoke highly of her. She was perfection personified. A Cinderella in a modernized world. "S–sorry, wh–" I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still...