6: Cigarettes and Bubble Gum

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I have been avoiding Blake ever since the cigarette incident. I don't really want to hang around someone like that. I mean, I know he had a rough past, but still, is he the really type of person I want to hang around?

I walk outside. School is over. But I feel a hand wrap around my wrist and I am pulled to a muscular body. I turn around to see Blake. "Hey sexy." He says with a smirk. I pull my wrist away from him and start walking away. He follows me, of course.

"What's wrong, baby?" He asks. "Stop!" I snap, he reaches into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. "Stop what?" He asks, biting on his bottom lip. I had to admit, that made him look hot... Wait! Stop thinking like that.

"I don't want to hang out around a person like you." I spit. Oh my god, did I just say that? He smirks. "You don't want to hang around the hot bad boy." He whispers into my ear, walking behind me. He pulls the cigarette to his mouth. "What do you do? If you don't smoke?" He asks, amusement on his face. I pull out a packet of gum. "Better for you than that." I say, motion to his cigar. He chuckles, a deep, sexy chuckle. I put the gun in my mouth, and chew on it. He lit his cigarette, I chewed my gum.

"Cigarettes and bubble gum, what a perfect match." He says, with a stupid wink. I glared at him. "seriously, Blake, I don't want to be around you." I say, and he takes a step closer to me. "Well, that's not happening." He says, before giving me a peck on the forehead. I gape at, him.

"Cigarettes and bubble gum." He says, before walking away. What an idiot.

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