A Pumpkin and a Patch

by Jennifer Peel

The Wittmore boys were, in a nutshell, little terrors. They were either going to grow up and rule the world or go to prison. There was no in between for them.

there were kids i knew like this in ky daughters class

“Hey,” he called out, “just so you know, you don’t have to hide from me anymore when you see me around town.” I stilled, my back to him, feeling as if I were on fire. “I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. That banana display dive looked a little painful,” he took a little too much pleasure in saying. Holy. Freaking. Shiz. I was calling off our possible friendship. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’ve always been nervous to talk to you too.”

yes daddy

Your hair looks very pretty today.” It was done in a side-part French braid, letting her dark hair fall at her shoulders. “My daddy did it.” I looked up at Reece, impressed. His smug grin said he was amazed with himself. “I watch YouTube tutorials,” he admitted.

urm fanny flutters

“If you need to know exactly why I want to get to know you, here’s my list: You’re a little crazy,” he chuckled. “You’re passionate about everything you do, as far as I can tell. You’re talented and gorgeous. I can’t stop thinking about you,”

hell yea