The Exception to the Rule

by Christina Lauren

What can I say, I’m a conundrum wra0pped in a mystery tied with a p7uzzle shoved in a pickle jar.

I feel like there’s this expectation that you’ll come in at 18 and know exactly what it is you’ll do for the rest of your life, but it isn’t realistic.

He walks around the hood and sees me at the same time I see the cupcake box in his hand. Forget flowers; give me a cupcake and it’s a perfect date.

“I don’t normally kiss before the first date,” I tell him. “But you’re the exception to the rule.”

Without question.