"Stop calling me that. It's disgusting." I said, still holding my phone to my ear.
"You're cute. So you're saying the truth is disgusting." The voice chuckled over the line while I can hear him breathe heavily like he's panting.
"Pfft." I scoff. "Why are you running, dude." I cleared the table in front of me and throw my finished frappe into the bin and waved bye to Alex. He smiled back, and then attend to the customers.
"Running around in your mind." He said. I can imagine the signature smirk on his face that I'd love to clean it off.
"Funny. Why did you call, ass." I ask, walking out the door and ahead at the pavement which lead me back home.
"Ass?" Aiden chuckle, "I know I have a fine ass. Why thank you."
I scoff again, along with a short chuckle. "Aiden Scotto Smith. The initials, A, S, S."
"Shut up."
Smiling, I said, "okay, if there's nothing else, call me soon to bond." I emphasize the word bond.
"Later, cutie." my heart flatters. And with that, the call ended.
Stop, hormones. You're a disgrace. Don't get flattered easily by a typical good-for-nothing-but-still-hot boy.
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