Alistar Pov
We walk out of the room, but then I feel Cheshire stop, then I hear her whisper, ¨Ship.¨ I laugh, ¨Ship? Really? You don't swear like a normal teenager?¨ I decide to keep my mouth shut because I feel her glare at me. I hold my hands up, ¨Okay, sorry. So why did you say ship?¨ I feel her skin start to get hot, but unlike blushing her pulse wasn't racing. ¨Well, well, well, look at the little dumpster kittie helping out the hot new kid,¨ She snorts, ¨You're lucky he can't see your hideous face, or he would run away from fear.¨ Wow she is a stone cold bitch and if you think I'm going to let Cheshire take that, you'd be wrong. I push Cheshire behind me. ¨Back off.¨ I feel something stroke my arm and pull back in disgust. ¨Cheshire, I would you touch him like that.¨ I know she is trying to blame it on Cheshire but I could tell it was her. Her fake nails make it hard not recognize her. That and her hands feel gross, but Cheshire's is smooth and soft. Does that sound weird? Oh well. ¨I'll say it again, back off slut.¨ I grab Cheshire's hand and start to pull her. But since I can not see where I am going, Cheshire pulls me in a direction.
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Cheshire
FantasyHere is the thing, I am fluffed up in the head. What I mean is my name is Cheshire and I have been dreaming of a guy. You're probably like, 'Oh that's just your teenage hormones you're fine.' But I don't think you understand, in the dream I am every...
