Bright lights began to blind my vision as the magical doors opened above me. Yet again, confusion washed my face.
Tilting my head slightly to the muffled voices, I cowered further into the corner.
Various comments were thrown towards me but I could only manage to pick out a few.
'Where is the bloody shank?'
'He looks like a girl'
'He's so small'
It finally clicked that the people talking were teenage boys and they thought I was one of them. When I say one of them, I mean a teenage boy too.
Offended, I crawled out of my hiding spot and got a better view. Clearly they got a better view too as their eyes practically bulged out of their skulls.
'It's a shankette'
'A what?'
'It's a bloody girl'
'Is she hot?'
'Dibs'
Yet again, these were only a select few I could pick out over all the commotion. These boys are acting like they have never seen a damn girl before. They all ranged from big to small, skinny to either muscly or plump and a mixture of cultures and ages.
As some began to lean in closer, 4 of the boys caught my eye.
One boy had brown hair and brown eyes. He had what looked like running gear on, he was tall from what I could see and slightly broad. Overall, he was good looking.
The next boy looked to be Asian and was rather tanned. His hair was styled into a quiff and he too was wearing running gear. However, he was a lot more muscular than the previous boy, his arms were practically coming out of his shirt. One word sprung to mind, HOT!
As I got to the third boy, I began to silently chuckle. He had a mix of anger and confusion written on his face. He was quite muscular but that's not what got to me. His eyebrows. Oh so many words could describe them beauties but not for young, innocent ears.
Finally, the last boy. He had blonde hair and beautiful eyes. His jaw was square and his build was slightly better than average. He looked like he works out basically. Overall, he was perfect. Like definition of angel.
Just my luck, the sculptured sex god jumped down to greet me.
His thick British accent sent me into over drive.
'Hello gorgeous, don't be afraid'.
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The Fighter (Newt Love Story)
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