Kaden's POV:
"Ugh!" I groan, trying to get up. The stranger runs over to me.
"Here, let me help you," he says, offering me his hand. I look at it and smile gratefully.
"Thanks," I say, my smile widening as he lifts me up off my feet.
I get up and groan again when I see the huge grass stain on my jeans.
"I like your jeans," he says, awkwardly trying to make conversation.
"Thanks," I say for the second time. Trying to look for something else to say, I look him up and down.
Grey beanie, lip ring, long black tee shirt, and black rip-
"Oh my god," I stagger back as if I just saw a ghost.
"Wha-What?" The boy says, looking around.
Without thinking, I turn around and run.
Luke's POV:
I open my mouth to say something, anything that might make the girl stay, but close it again, at a loss for words.
The sun reflects off of something silver, and I look down.
Bending down, I pick up a pair of car keys.
Looks like she won't be getting very far.
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Don't Trust A Boy In Ripped Skinny Jeans
FanficMost children are read bedtime stories before they go to bed. But every night, Kaden Smith's mother tucked her in and whispered a few words to her, words that as a child Kaden didn't realize would ever hold so much meaning. These words were: "Don't...
