Natalie Rose wasn't the type of girl Steve would normally go for, dating-wise. She was tough, hung out with the auto shop kids, had no plans to go to college. She smoked Marlboro Reds and the occasional joint (some said more than occasional). A tattoo of an eagle was attacking her right shoulder blade, and she had gotten into a fight with another auto shop girl (whom she soundly thumped). Natalie had said good-bye to her virginity during freshman year without a second thought. She had been called to the office more than once to get something to wear to cover up her "inappropriate attire." And on one memorable day, she had taken the sweatshirt issued by the school into a home ec room, stolen a pair of scissors, and cut it to the point where the school just had to send her home.
Despite all that, she got along well with Steve. They had been on friendly terms since the eighth grade dance when he had found her throwing up outside the gym. He had helped her clean up and convinced his parents to drive her home. Since then, they hadn't been friends exactly, but they spoke.
She was, not to put too fine a point on it, the opposite of Jennipher Semmes. And that's what Steve needed.
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