Page 36 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

A face absolutely covered in freckles.

Green eyes.

A crooked nose from one too many tackle football games as a cub.

Broad shoulders.

A beard that's getting a little longer than usual.

Normal.

Just...

Me.

But redheads aren't everybody's type.

Believe me.

I learned that the hard way.

Stephanie Collins once announced in the middle of the cafeteria that kissing a redhead probably tasted like pennies.

The entire lunchroom laughed.

I was sixteen.

It stuck with me—fuck, did it ever.

That horrible feeling of being the butt of everyone’s joke—yeah, that.

I remember it all too well.

Then there was Cindy telling me freckles looked like somebody had sneezed dirt across my face.

Or Sharon asking if my hair glowed in the dark.

Kids are cruel.

And the funny thing is...

Even after winning a reality singing competition.

Even after touring all the big cities.

Even after millions of downloads.

A little piece of that awkward teenage kid still lives inside me.

The one who always wondered why every girl picked somebody else.

Shit.

My hair is always going to be red.

I can't change it.

And my freckles aren't going anywhere either.