Love's Not Popular - Losing Cassie (Book 1) Contemporary Romance

Third Cousins, Tina Lee

Description

Cassie is a popular girl and she knows it. In fact, when she’s asked to define the person that she is for her school yearbook, she ends up choosing that very word. But popularity can be a fickle thing. When Cassie starts to learn this, she realizes that everything she had built for herself is about to coming crashing down around her.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• América
• Contemporary romance
• Contemporary history
• Young-adult fiction
• African American
• American
• Contemporary
• Romance
• Fiction
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Speedy Publishing LLC
• Date de parution: 15 février 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781681851822
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 2 Mo

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Table of Contents
Title Page
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A Synopsis & Table Of Contents...
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Copyright
Love's Not Popular
Losing Cassie
Book 1
Contemporary Romance
By: Tina Lee & Third Cousins
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A SYNOPSIS & TABLE OF CONTENTS...
Cassie is a popular girl and she knows it. In fact, when she’s asked to define the person that she is for her school yearbook, she ends up choosing that very word. But popularity can be a fickle thing. When Cassie starts to learn this, she realizes that everything she had built for herself is about to coming crashing down around her.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Discover More Books By Third Cousins
Inspiring Words
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
DISCOVER MORE BOOKS BY THIRD COUSINS
Copyright
INSPIRING WORDS
“Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before.”
- Elizabeth Edwards
CHAPTER 1

“I know I said there weren’t any wrong answers, but you’re kind of missing the point,” Sam said. He was a scruffy-haired wannabe journalist with a bad lisp, and he was frustrated with me.
I didn’t get it. I was answering his questions in the best way that I could.
“You’ve already got a ton of pages in the yearbook dedicated to your cheerleading and extra-curricular activities,” he said. He looked resentful. He didn’t make it obvious, but it was there, lurking in the shadow of his ocean-blue eyes. “This should be about the person you are.”
“The person I am?”
He nodded. “You know, like what makes you, you?”
I’d just told him that. I’d told him about my cheerleading and the pep rallies that I had led. I told him about the charity drives that I’d helped organize. What else was there to say?
He sighed. “You’re just not getting it.
I opened my mouth to say something about not being stupid, but he didn’t give me chance. “Look at it this way. If one of your friends had to describe you, then what would they say?”
“This seems like a really dumb question,” I told him.
“Well, no one else has had this much trouble with it.”
My face dropped into a scowl. I’d known Sam since our first year in high school. He’d been some quiet, scrawny kid who struggled to make friends. I was the opposite. When I walked through the high school doors on my first day, I’d already started to curve out. My hair had been long, my features soft. I’d had no trouble getting friends. Within the first month I was dating a guy two years older than me.
Sam was a nobody and he had no right to talk to me in the way that he was.
“Well, I guess my friends would say that I’m popular.” I tilted my head as I spoke. I could feel thick, warm waves of triumph poring over me, as his face turned into a scowl.
“Is that really what you want me to put?” he asked with a tone heavy with condescension.
“There are worse things in the world to be remembered for,” I said. “I mean, let’s face it, at least I am going to be remembered.”
He could hear the dig without me having to point it out. He sighed again. “What’s the matter?” I teased him. “Realizing that I’m right?”
“Not at all,” he said calmly. “I’m just thinking about how very much I pity you.”
“Excuse me?” He might be a writer for the yearbook, but that didn’t give him any right to talk to me like that. He was a nobody at the school. Didn’t he know how it worked? Didn’t he know that I was an adornment, a glittering feature that helped make the school, and especially our year, stand out?