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"Whoever falls in love first? Loses." Spencer Morgan Carlson is the average teenage girl with a very low tolerance of bullshit. Spencer loves sports, mostly soccer, and will most likely beat you at anything you throw at her. She's very protective of her friends, and when Jake Cosgrove, the school player and jock, starts hitting on her best friend, Spencer is quick to act. "I heard you're a player," she walked up to him and said one day, breaking him out of his previous conversation. "What are you talk--" He started, but was cut off when a firm hand was placed on his chest. "So let's play a game. Let's sweet talk, let's play fight, and text all day. Let's tell each other good morning and good night, let's take walks together and give each other nicknames. Let's hang out with each other's friends and go on dates. We'll talk on the phone all night long. Let's hold each other and kiss and hug. And whoever falls in love first? Loses." Sure, she was forward. Maybe a little bit /too/ forward. "You're on," he smirked, holding out his hand for her to shake. Spencer readily shook his hand firmly and replaced her grin with a sly smile and walked away, sashaying her hips the whole way.
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