I hear a peculiar knock. Crap. Amelie's here to scream at me again. The door swings open as a tall blonde senior barges in.
"WASSUP DUDE? Ey, you realize there's a little wee man watching you, right?"
"Yeah, sure. What are you doing here?"
"Grabbing my trumpet. What do you THINK I'm doing?"
"... Trying to find Tristen."
"... Fair enough."
She walks to her locker and pulls out her trumpet case. It's covered in stickers. Anime stickers. She's strange.
"Did Tristen drive you here?"
"I walked."
"What a shame, I miss his squishable face."
What? This is who my brother chose as a girlfriend? Sometimes I wonder why we're even friends. Before I can say anything more, the bell rings. Finally.
YOU ARE READING
Wallflower
RomanceNote: This book is not rated M, however it is rated PG13 for language and a bit of... suggestiveness. No, this is not SMUT. This is just for fun. An idea I had one night. Enjoy. (If you're 13+)
