Crunch, crunch, crunch. 'Oh my God this is so good!' my self conscious says. "You are absolutely right self conscious." I say out loud without realizing.
"What was that?" someone asks and I turn to look at them.
"Wait you heard that? OH! nothing...." He chuckles a smile tugging on his lips. My cheeks flush a rosy red, ' Stupid jerk over hear making me get embarrassed...' My conscious complains.
"So babe why are you all alone?" he asks.
"None of your business." I reply my annoyance clearly noticeable.
"Ohhhhh playing hard to get much?" he asks a grin visible.
"Playing desperate much?" I snap back throwing as much sass as I can into that one sentence.
"Ouch, that one hurt." he says while putting his hand on his chest over-dramatically.
"Good." I say and he smirks.
"My names Niall by the way." he holds his hand out for a shake.
"And I'm out..." I say getting up from my seat and starting to walk away.
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The One Who Noticed
Teen FictionHay, my name is Blaire Willow. (not as in the barbie) This is my story. if you don't wanna hear it. bye feleshaaa bye. I've got a lot to say, so get ready. --Blaire
