3 months later.
It's lunch now.
My friends and I are sitting at our regular table, talking and laughing about, well, everything. That's when the question came in.
"So, Jordan, tell us Aaron and your story."
I take a look at Aaron, his smiling face looking back at me as we both remembered hundreds of memories of us together.
And so I began.
"It all started, when Aaron asked me to tutor him in algebra. All though he had a better grade in it than me, apparently he asked me because he, and I quote, 'wanted to get to know me'. It's that moment when I thought, 'Uh oh, the bad boy wants me."
-The End-
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The Bad Boy Wants Me
General Fiction"The problem is" he said, "if I kiss you, I don't think I'd be able to stop." But that's the problem. He doesn't have to kiss me. We've barely talked before, we barely know each other. He has probably said this to a million other girls. "But you don...
