Alaska
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Let me just explain something to you:
1, I don't know what the fuck they have dragged me into
2, I look really good in leggings.
And 3, I'm scared.
I don't know why I needed to add 2 in there. But it's true. I have a big ass, but I have tiny thighs. It's weird but whatever.
I had on a cropped sweater that said "uh huh hunny." And timberlands. My fave.
I fixed my hair and grabbed my phone off the bathroom counter. I open the door and scream when I see Blake, Mark, Weston, Hunter and Brandon sitting on my bed.
"What are you guys doing? I should kick your asses." I say, crossing my arms over my non existent boobs.
Blake chuckles, eyeing my body. Suddenly I felt self-conscious until I saw a smirk appear on his face. He licked his lips and I blushed as they all popped up.
"Let's go." Mark says. We all walk out, Blake was behind me, Weston in front of me.
When we make our way outside, all of the boys in front of me run down the street. I laugh and Blake grabs my hips, his pointer finger touching my stomach.
"Blake. Let me go." I say. He chuckles,"Ally, we both know you don't want that." He says.
"You know I've watched your broadcasts. You're a good dancer." Blake says. I wiggle in his grip.
"Blake. What about fans?" I say. He spins me around and pulls me into his chest. "I don't care." He says. I push myself away from him.
"Stop it." I say. I start walking while I hear Blake chuckling. "I know you like me, Ally." Blake says. I scoff.
"No." I lie. He grabs my wrist, spinning me towards him. He puts his hand on my cheek, looking into my eyes.
"If you didn't like me. You would have pulled away already." Blake says.
"Blake. Go away."
