I turned my back on the jerk when suddenly I heard someone shout. "Ron! there you are!" an attractive blonde, tall guy shouted and walked towards us followed by two more tall and model like guys. Right behind the blonde guy are two guys with Jet Black clean cut hair and a dark brown clean cut hair. Seriously! Am in the right place? I feel like an outcast, like i don't belong in here. They are all very attractive, suddenly I feel like degraded and like an extraterrestrial from a different planet.
"Man! stand up!" the guy with jet black hair and caramel colored skin shouted at the jerk. They are now all standing facing the jrek lying on the couch. When the jerk opened his eyes, they all started to grin. While me on the other side just looked at them like I'm in a live television show with four perfect guys in one place. What the hell?
"Man! we've been looking for you and there you are lying comfortably in that fucking couch!" the blonde guy yelled which made the jerk a little bit pissed off.
"Blame the little girl" Jerk said and stood up from the couch, What did he call me? little girl? he's really getting into my nerves.
They all looked at me and suddenly I feel so tiny. Being in a place surrounded by tall guys make me feel like a little girl. What the fudge!
"So here's the reason why?" the jett black haired guy walked towards me, i felt a little bit intimidated.
"I'm Trevor Hendrick" he intoduced himself and offered his right hand for a shakehand. I guess?
"I'm Rean, Rean Alford" i said as i shook his hand with mine. Then the two other guys faced us
"Gunner Patrick" the blonde guy said and gave me a smirk
"Its realli nice to meet you Rean, I'm Blaine Wrigley" he offered his right hand and gave me a very sweet and charming smile. He looks so kind, a guy which every girl's dream for a boyfriend. I can't stop myself not to smile back to him; He looks like an angel sent from above, a guy with a very pure aura.
They are all facing me with a smile except the Jerk. "Let's go guys, bye little girl" the Jerk said and turned his back on me. "I don't think its really nice to call her little girl, Ronan" Blaine told the jerk. I knew he's nice. I wish Jerk could be nice as him because if he is, then he will be a perfect package. If you ask the four of them to line up, there is no doubt that the Jerk is the most handsome but with his attitude, I highly doubt it if he could get any girl at all.
"I have a name, Jerk" I muttered and stared at his back
"I'm not deaf, little girl" he turned his back to face me and walked towards me. He's really pissing me off down to the core
"Don't call me that" I said with my teeth gritting because of anger. He just looked down at me to stare directly to my eyes then he leaned his face closer to mine. Crap! what is he doing?
"What are you gonna do then, little girl?" he said with a smirk in his face. That's the last straw, I did not know what happened its just my right fist suddenly became out of my control and it flew directly to his perfect face.
"Owwww" he shouted, stepped back and put his right hand to the bridge of his nose
What the hell did I do? I'm stunned to what happened and the crowd started to look at us.
"That was a really good shot, little girl!" Gunner yelled with so much surprise in his face. Did he call me little girl too? I faced him and gave him a don't dare me look
"I mean Rean" he said immediately maybe scared of getting punch in the face
"Feisty" Trevor said and grinned at me
Blaine offered The Jerk a help but he refused it
Jerk faced me with you're dead look, I got goosebumps because of his stare but I still managed not to look intimidated by him
"You!" he said, then he lift his hand and point his index finger on me. I was about to answer back when a soft hand grabbed my arm.
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