You can imagine that as Elliot's car. It's beautiful enough.
I was happy.
Like genuinely happy. Elliot had always been the funny one amongst our group of friends. Making people laugh was like his second talent.
Making people fall in love with him was his first.
Currently, we were walking around an old park. It was empty, except for the two of us.
He told me everything that happened in our school, before he joined another one and after I left. Our principal, Mr. Dafack, had realised the meaning of his name when said aloud. Yeah, say it out loud and you'll understand. He also told me some hilarious jokes.
"Wanna hear some cheesy lines?" He asked, smirking.
"Bring it on." I answered confidently, challenging him. I knew that his cheesy lines were cheesier than a double cheese Margherita pizza, but I couldn't waste such an opportunity.
"You're gonna kill me someday." He began.
"How?" I asked, my mind excited for the upcoming answer.
"Because you take my breath away every time you walk by." He replied.
"I've heard cheesier." I shrugged, but honestly I haven't. No guy has ever tried flirting with me, but I didn't want him to know that.
"Oh yeah? What about this?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"You should sell hotdogs because you already know how to make a wiener stand," he smirked.
"Gross. But continue," I smiled and might've giggled a little bit too.
"You remind me of my pinkie toe, little, cute and I'll probably bang you on the coffee table tonight," he said.
"That's cheesy." I stated the obvious, shaking my head.
"Alright, last one now." He declared.
"Shoot."
"I'm jealous of your dress," he started.
"Why?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"Because it's touching you and I'm not," he spoke. I couldn't stop the laughter that took over me.
"That's so gross," I commented, unable to control my laughter.
He opened his mouth to say something, probably a sarcastic comment, just then I felt a vibration in my clutch. It was my phone which I had put on silent right before the game I never saw. I checked the caller to see that it was Asher.
Wait, when did I save his number?
Never mind that.
"Just a sec." I said.
"Is it Ashford?" He asked, scrunching his nose in disgust. I nodded with a small smile.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Jess?" Asher answered.
"Yeah?"
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The Guy Who Called Me An A-class Bitch
Romance"Well, because she's an A-class bitch." He replied, casually, like calling random girls a bitch was nothing too unusual. Cass gasped. "How can you say that? Do you have any idea what she does to guys who call her a bitch, wait no, didn't you also do...
