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#51- badboy
#12- comedy
Being new in a high school is difficult. Being "claimed" by the supposedly "bad boy" was even more difficult. He wouldn't stop- as he said himself.
**WARNING THIS BOOK WAS NOT ALWAYS A WEREWOLF BOOK SO IGNORE TH...
We arrived at a fast food place called Cane's. They finish building it a week ago— as Xavier says.
Xavier and I went it first, and he told me to get a table while he orders. I refused. I didn't want him to pay for my food —again.
I finally gave up and chose a table. His brothers piled in, and I found the perfect spot. It was on the corner, and the seat was the round ones, not the four-chaired table. But a round one seat that goes around the table.
I sat on the corner of the chair, while his brothers covered all the seats except the space next to me.
WHY??
Can't Xavier not be next to me?
Brad stood up —he was also on the corner—
"What do you guys want?"Brad puts his hands on the table.
They all ordered, and as he was about to get to me, Xavier came.
"I already got hers," Xavier told Brad.
"But she didn't order anything yet," Brad frowned.
"I ordered for her already," Xavier says a lot harsher.
"Alright," Brad sighs, knowing if he doesn't stop it'll turn out to be an ugly fight.
Brad left to order, Zane went with him –so he can get other things– those were Zane's words.
I moved over so Xavier can sit next to me. When Brad came back, Xavier's name was called.
Xavier gave Brad and the rest of his brothers the look. Basically "the look" means tell-her-anything-your-dead look.
I fumbled with my sleeve, it seems like I do that when I'm nervous. But, when I'm I not nervous?
Like seriously. Just sitting on the same table as these ho— I mean -good looking people gives me anxiety.
I can't remember the last time I had a friend that is the same gender as I am. Don't get me wrong— it's not like I have anything against them. Maybe I do, but let's keep that to ourselves. I would get along with guys just fine, but when it comes to girls, the talk about things that I don't want to be part of— boys aren't any better. I really don't want to hear what goes out of their mouth when they are with their best buddies.
The last time I had the same gender friend as myself, i told her who my crush was. I trusted her with all my heart. She was my best friend. Though once I told her who I liked, two weeks later she told me she had feeling for him and didn't know how to ask him out. I stopped hanging out with her, and blocked her in every social media, and also blocked any connections with her. Who wants to be friends with someone who does what she does? Not me.
"Hey, you okay?" Xavier nudged my shoulder, getting me out of my trance.
"Yeah," I nodded at him. I just realized that I had the face expression where you just want to kill that female dog. Not the dogs, just the female dog. Oh my god that sounds terrible.
"Here, your sandwich combo," Xavier pushed my tray of food towards me.
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(The burger is almost as big as my whole hand)
"I don't think I'll be able to finish this," I said pointing at the humongous sandwich.
The sandwich consist of a large burger bun, lettuce, tomato, three chicken finger-nuggets-thingy, fries, and a cup of soda. (You guys myst try this it's so good)
I slowly lift the burger up carefully, and try to not spill.
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