the good bad boy // cody herbinko

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graysan

i was currently walking to english class, looking for cody. he was in his normal seat, right next to me.

"why didn't you text me back?" i whispered in codys direction.

"why would you want to get to know me? i mean, is this a joke or something?" he asked looking at me then back away.

"cody, im serious. just give me one chance." i pleaded until he agreed to meet me at the starbucks 10 minutes away when school was over.

as soon as the bell rang, cody jumped up and ran out, like always. i just sighed and walked to my car. cody was already gone, which didn't surprise me at all.

i listened to somo and jai waetford songs the whole way to the coffee shop. when i got there, i saw cody sitting in the back drinking a tea that he got. i ordered my grande iced white chocolate mocha and sat down with him.

"why'd you get a tea? this is starbucks cody." i giggled.

"im not a coffee kind of guy." he replied showing no emotions.

"so, tell me about yourself."

"you know everything about me. im just some weird kid that has tattoos and a lip piercing and wears black all the time." cody answered, looking directly in my eyes.

"no. i meant i wanna know the real you, cody. the you that nobody else knows." i replied, not losing eye contact with him.

"i guess you'll just have to find out." he said right before he grabbed his tea and car keys and left.

and with that i was going to find out.

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