T h u r s d a y , J u l y 7
- 3:15 pm -
She was neatly folding the messed up clothing and placing them back onto their designated piles until she felt a pair of eyes watching her. She looked up and saw the boy that loved bothering her so much standing on the opposite side of the shelf, but this time, without Mr. British.
" What brings you here? "
" Oh nothing, just browsing. "
The girl eyes Tyler and realizes where his gaze was set at. She reached over, grabbed his well-defined face, and moved it up.
" Eyes up here, brochacho. They weren't built in my tits, just so you know. "
Tyler understood how wrongly his actions were taken and blushed a deep red.
" Oh uh I-I didn't san it like that. I was just- never mind. I'll catch you later. "
The girl's eyes followed the boy's back until he disappeared after the closing door.
" The fuck? "
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