---------> Reed
REED’S POV
I mentally laughed at the expression on her face when I said girlfriend, but the looks on everyone else’s face’s was priceless. I could point out the mixes of awe and jealousy in the girls’ face’s and the disappointment and jealousy in the guys. I quickly but very gracefully pulled her up.
“What are you doing?!” she whisper shouted.
“I’m saving your ass” I stated calmly.
And with that I put my hand into her back jean pocket and we walked out of the cafeteria leaving the crowd in their bubble of gossip. We were almost down the hallway until Amara yanked my hand out of her pocket.
“What the hell was that back there?”
I cocked my head to the side as if I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Don’t give me that bullsh-”
“And here I thought you were Miss Goody Two-shoes”
I laughed at her reaction to that. God she looked so innocent when she blushed. I let my eyes wander her body until she cleared her throat. I looked up to see that that she had composed herself and was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping a very rhythmic rhythm.
“Are you done undressing me with your eyes, I actually would like an answer.”
“What if I said I like you and I want us to go out.”
“That is the equivalent of saying Salvador Dali viewed the world in black and white or saying Marilyn Monroe quotes are rightfully used to justify teenage girls slutty behavior. Do I need to go on or is your pretty little head able to comprehend what I just said?”
“You think my head is pretty?” I asked with the most high pitched girliest voice ever. “And the real reason why I want you to be my girlfriend is that we are both very attractive people who can someday make very attractive children.”
“And if I say no?” Before she could carry on, I pulled out Donny’s cell phone and started composing a text message which read:
Amara Mason is pregnant with William’s lovechild and they have decided to get married and you are all invited to the wedding.
I was about to click send when the iPhone was whacked out of my hands and I watched as the screen shattered to a million tiny little pieces. I raised an eyebrow at the phone attacker.
“FineIWillBeYourGirlfriend”
“I’m sorry I didn’t hear that”
“FINE I WILL BE YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND YOU FUCKING FUCKTARD!”
I smiled at her response and proceeded to walk away until I remembered.
“Pick you up at seven”
Then I walked another twenty inches before remembering something again.
“And if you try anything funny just remember that I can be a lot more creative than you being pregnant and getting married to a douche bag.”
I walked another ten steps before reminiscing on the past few minutes.
“That was Donny’s phone you broke”
Then I proceeded to take my last remaining steps.
“ And you als-”
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Love's A Bitch
Teen Fiction"I think we should do this somewhere more private, where my perverted neighbors can't use us as their live porn," I say jumping off Reed and picking up my bag. My hands are shaking as I try to put the key into the keyhole because of our close prox...
