I finally snap out of it. Still shaking I said
"What?"
He looked down at me and giggled sweetly.
"Haha are you okay?"
"Me? Ye-yeah I-I'm fine thank you..." I respond stuttering.
The mysterious punk sat down by my side. On his hands were Star Wars rings and his wrists were layered with band bracelets.
"So...fuck high school!"
"Hehe......"
"I see you alone a lot. If you want to hangout with me and my friends you can."
"Thank you...I would like that very much."
MY POV:
Oh my gog. He's so sweet and cute. Why is he being so nice to me?! Why did I agree to hang with him?! Now he's gonna think I'm weird. He's looking at you and talking to you respond you moron!
"PIE!"
He looks at me confused yet amused. "Your name is pie...?"
"Ehhhhhh no!!!! Sorry. My name is Matty or Matt.... W-what bout you...?"
"My names Jordan but people call me Sunny D or Taco."
"Heh okay. Jordan."
Ever since I was little I've always been fond of that name. It's so unique and beautiful. It's so cool sounding. It's so suitable for him. Jordan...
Sorry it's been a long time not that anyone cares. Happy late Easter peeps!
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Punk Love
RomansaHi. My name is Iris. I'm a 15 (soon to be 16) year old punk. I have reddish hair, fair skin, and freckles. I'm a sophomore in high school and hate the world. Why am I telling you all this? Because, it's my turn to tell my love story. Not that peppy...
