I knew who she was the moment I spotted her on the beach. Her Dad and my mother had been shoving her photos in my face for months before we met, and even if I hadn’t memorized her pretty face, that flame-red hair would be a hard mane to miss. The pictures definitely don't do her justice. She’s gorgeous, there’s no denying that. But I think I prefer her on paper, because in real life, she might as well be holding up a big fucking sign that reads Trouble. I can already tell she's decided to make all our lives a living hell, and she's intent of making me suffer as much as possible. Poor little princess doesn't know I've seen enough crap in my life to be able to take on anything. And a little firecracker like her is a dot on the horizon – something I can easily wipe off. My parents divorced when I was a little kid, and all I remember from their years together is a lot of goddamned shouting, plates breaking and being locked in my room, terrified.
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