I wanted to bite back a smile.
Okay, this is freaking embarrassing.
All I wanted to do now is lock myself in the toilet and never let myself out.
When I finally looked at him, he was smiling like a idiot and I raised my eyebrows at him.
"What?" He asked.
I felt my gaze lower and my cheeks started heating up as I quickly brought my eyes back to his.
He must have noticed as his cheeks was pink.
"Erm.."
"You can take a shower if you want..a cold one." I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh.
He glared at me. But still,he entered my bathroom.
After a few minutes, he came out with his hair wet.
I quickly averted my eyes as he wasn't wearing a shirt. He chuckled and got up on my bed.
He sat opposite me and he kept staring at me so I faced the other side.
"Stop staring." I hissed and crossed my arms.
"You're so beautiful."
Fuck you.
For making me look like a tomato.
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Historia Corta"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
