Strip Game - A Whirlwind Summer

3. 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄

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𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀

"Huh?" I blinked as our eyes met. He dropped me.

"Be careful you don’t want your beautiful skin to go ugly." He smiled charmingly.

"Right." I replied awkwardly.

For minutes, we just stared at each other like some lost lovers. The thud of a book returned brought us back to reality. The book I just returned dropped after I almost fell because of it.

He picked it up, and I almost covered my eyes in embarrassment when he read the title.

"Cum For Me?" he read out, and I bit my lip.

"It’s not what you think!" I grabbed the book from him and hid it behind my back.

"What I think? I’m not thinking anything. I just finished that book too. I’m glad we have the same taste in books." He smiled and took it back from me.

He returned it to the shelf, and my brows raised as I stared up at his tall frame.

Why did I do to deserve this short stature?

I sighed, grabbed my bag, and swiped my hair back.

"Sorry for the late introduction, my name is Kyle Larson. You can call me K." He said with a wink.

What's with the 'K'? Using it as a shorthand for Kyle seems crazy. It would be great if people didn't abbreviate their names like that. It feels childish. He shouldn't expect me to start calling him that.

Now, I'm overthinking. We're not exactly friends anyway.

"Luna Scotts." I replied simply.

I started to leave, but he followed me, a long silence dragging between us.

"Do you come here often?" he broke the silence.

"Not really, I prefer reading at home." I replied.

"Me too. I think me coming here today is a blessing in disguise. I mean, I would have missed my chance to meet an angel like you." He said.

Hearing a guy call me angel the first time actually made me, blush?

Not exactly blushing, but my cheek heated up.

I gulped.

What’s this guy’s deal? Is his talent flirting or what?

"Oh." I mouthed, pressing my lips together, making up my mind not to speak until we left the library.

"You should start coming here more often. I’ll keep you company if your friends are busy," Kyle said, and I turned to him, surprised.

"My friends?"

"Yeah, I clearly heard one of them telling you I was staring at you earlier."

Wait, He’s the guy from earlier? I wouldn’t have known, I didn’t spare him a glance.

"She wasn’t lying, your beauty is beyond my imagination. You’re really cute, especially your height." He smiled, staring down at me.

Seriously? Is this guy making fun of my short figure or what?

I frowned and started walking away. He caught up with me and grabbed my hand.

"I’m serious, okay? I love girls with this height..."

"What?" I raised my brows.

Since when was short height considered cute standards. I knew he was being sarcastic.

"I mean, I don’t usually show interest in short girls, but you’re exceptionally adorable. You just changed my mind. You won me over, little doll." He said.

"Are you asking me out right now?" I said without thinking.

"If you put it that way, it sounds too forward. I’m not asking you out, I just want us to be friends." He smiled, and I couldn’t help but notice his cuteness.

He’s handsome, and the bangs in his hair just make him look hot. I got lost staring at him.

Almost.

"Hey! Luna."

"I have to go, it’s getting late." I blinked.

"I can drop you off on my way if you don’t mind. What’s your address?"

"I don’t have one." I said quickly.

"Is that even possible?" He crossed his arms.

"I’m sorry, but I really, really need to go. Bye!" I said and stormed out of his sight.

Luckily, I caught a taxi really quick and released the breath I’d been holding from talking to him.

"He’s cute" I found myself smiling all the way home. When I got in, it was already dark, and I just fell on the couch tiredly, throwing my bag aside.

The flash of the light made me open my eyes, and I gasped when I saw Tiffany standing by the switch, glaring at me hatefully.

Why does she have to be here? I’m too stressed out to pick a fight.

She’s one of Travis’s sluts and his so-called main girlfriend at school.

"I can’t believe you’re still here" Tiffany sneers, arms crossed.

I pretended not to hear her and grabbed my bag to leave, but she yanked my arm and pulled me back.

"Don’t you dare walk away when I’m talking!" She yelled.

"And who the hell are you?" I asked boldly.

"You’ve really got some nerve, huh? Don’t you know who my family is? You’ve got a death wish!"

"I’m not asking who your family is; I’m asking who the fuck you are! Who the hell is Tiffany?" I yelled back.

Tiffany’s jaw dropped, clearly shocked. I’d never stood up to her during any of her bullying.

"How dare you?" She raised her hand to slap me, but a hand suddenly grabbed hers and threw it off.

I turned to see Travis looking furious.

"I fucking told you to stop trying to hurt her! What was our deal?" He snapped.

"Don’t tell me you’re really gonna break up with me because of this damn witch!" Tiffany folded her fists.

"Can’t you read the air? I don’t go back on my word. We’re done, Tiffany! For good!" He said, and my eyes widened along with Tiffany’s.

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