"I have a question." Tyler said as he played angry birds on my phone, a face of concentration on his handsome face. What people found interesting about birds throwing themselves at pigs, I'll never know.
Right now, we were walking to the park to hang out again. Personally, I think Tyler cannot prove love exists so he's pushing it off till he can think of something. Stupid boy, I thought, laughing to myself.
I sighed and looked at the stupid boy walking next to me. "What now?"
"Will lunch be provided?" he asked stupidly, looking up from his game.
I rolled my eyes. "Stop asking questions." I groaned.
"That's not what I asked..."
I sighed and answered the dumb question. "No, not if you keep asking dumb questions."
"Are you trying to starve me?" He gasped. "First my mother and now you, I feel loved."
"Your mother starved you?" I asked trying not to laugh.
"No..." he pouted. "She actually told me to lose weight last time I saw her." Then he smiled, shrugging. "I don't know what she's talking about because this," He pointed his muscular arm, "is all muscle baby."
I rolled my eyes. "More like, muscular fat."
"Stop insulting me." He pouted again.
I smiled. "Nah, you're just too easy not to."
He sighed. "Whatever, let's get some ice cream."
"It's the middle of winter!"
He looked back at me. "What's your point?"
"It's below freezing!" I complained.
"If we can be outside below thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit, then we can have ice cream. Basically the same thing,"
I shook my head. "I worry about you."
"I'll sing the song again." He threatened and my eyes grew wide as I looked around at the innocent people around us.
Yesterday, while at his sister's house, he was reminded about a song and began to sing it, dancing around like a stripper. The song? I'm Too Sexy. I just get sick thinking of it. I mean, I have you seen the music video? Dude, your pants are too high and you have no abs. On the other hand, Tyler look pretty hot dancing like that but I would never tell him that because he would use that against me.
"Please don't," I begged, breaking from my thoughts. "I swear if you do, I'll kick you so hit you so hard Google won't be able to find you."
"That's not possible. Google has me bookmarked because I'm so awesome."
I rolled my eyes. "Just don't, at least not in public."
"Okay, I'll do it when we're having crazy monkey sex." He winked before skipping his way to the yogurt shop across the park.
I gapped at his retreating form. I was going to kill that boy.
"Are you coming, sexy? We need to have our crazy monkey sex! I'm horny, baby!" He called me and I swear almost everyone at the park turned their heads to me. Yup, I was defiantly going to kill him.
I quickly walked to him, looking down at the ground so I didn't have to meet the disgusted stares of some of the adults covering the innocent ears of their children. Please, have you seen what most of the kids know today? I didn't know about porn till I was like twelve.
When I got to Tyler, I gripped the front of his jacket and dragged him away from the children infested area. "I'm going to lock you in a closet without food and water and let you starve to death, and then when you're dead I'll let the rats eat your rotting flesh." I grumbled as I dragged him into the yogurt shop. The shop was empty considering that it was winter and yogurt was normally cold. Cold with cold do not mix.
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The Only Exception
Teen Fiction(Previously known as "Sparks Fly") • Currently being rewritten • Amy Lewis doesn't believe in love after what her father did to her mother. She's convinced all men are disgusting pigs. She's sworn off all men, claiming that they are only after one...