This is so wrong I thought. My stalker, my weird stalker was talking to me. This is not what I wanted. I just wanted to tell him off and for him to leave me alone, I didn't want to have a actual conversation with him. But now we're sitting on the sidewalk talking while people are staring at us weirdly and there's no time to back out now.
I shouldn't think that my stalker is cute but I couldn't help it. His golden brown curly hair, his smooth voice and the glasses that he kept pushing up so they wouldn't fall were getting to me.
This was completely wrong and I should not be talking to him and I don't even know his name. And-oh god I don't even know his name.
"I- uh- um- I got to go." I stood up and ran back into my house and sighed heavily.
Because what the hell just happened.
{ An:// description of Ashton brought you by my cousin bc she thinks she knows everything about everything "no bitch let me write it, I can write so much better than you" dat brat told me dat, she don't know anything tho as u can tell ... anyways enjoy. Solved that issued with the comments and stuff.}
poorly written chapter but whatever
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