"I want a label," Damon said, sitting across from me.
I looked up from my lunch tray, glaring at him. "What?"
Everyone's eyes in the cafeteria turned to us and I looked around, giving people the stink eye.
"A label. Give me a label," he said, bting into his sandwich.
"You want a label? Fine. You're the un-cliche cliche. Because you don't look like a bad boy, it means you definitely are. With your grey eyes and blonde hair, you could be a jock which means you immediately aren't. Also, you're going to have your heart taken away by the last person you'd expect. Oh, and you're going to go through a phase in your life when you're a Grade A D-bag to like everyone. I'm gonna go out on a whim here and say you're going through that phase already. There. That's your label. Happy now?" I said, taking a bite out of my apple.
He stared at me with his mouth wide open and I narrowed my eyes. "Stop looking at me like a retarded frog," I hissed, throwing my apple at him.
It bounced off his head and everyone murmured amongst themselves.
"I...just wanted...a label for my book," he said, a smirk forming on his lips.
I felt a blush creep into my cheeks and looked down at my lunch tray. "Oh. Well you still look like a retarded frog," I said.
He laughed and I curled my lip.
"You're cute when you blush. Makes me want you more," he drawled.
"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if you'd had enough oxygen at birth?" I asked, taking his apple.
"Your sharp tongue makes you more irresistible. And your beautiful face only adds to it."
I rolled my eyes. "It looks like your face caught fire and someone tried to put it out with a hammer."
"When I look into your eyes, I see stars," he purred.
"When I look into your eyes...I get the feeling someone else is driving," I said, looking into his eyes blanking.
"Oo. That burn."
"I thought I was cold."
"You gave me an ice burn babe."
"You gave me three different kinds of stupid just sitting near me."
"You're so mean about everything."
"Why is it acceptable for you to be an idiot but not for me to point it out?" I fake pouted.
He laughed and I looked up as Hunter sat down next to me.
"What's the moron laughing about?" he asked, pointing at Damon.
"I saw your face," Damon replied.
"The village called. They want their idiot back," Hunter said, chewing on his sandwich.
"The zoo called. They're wondering how you got out your cage."
"You were stupid enough to open it," Hunter quipped.
"Insulting my intelligence? How original." Damon laughed.
"Now now Hunter. Damon is right. You can't call him stupid," I said, turning to Damon. His eyes widened and he smirked at Hunter. "You're not stupid Damon; you just have bad luck when thinking."
His smirk instantly fell and Hunter burst out laughing.
"Not so arrogant now are you?" Hunter laughed.
"I wasn't to begin with," he growled.
"Oh please. How old are you two again? Five?" I asked, rolling my eyes.
"He is," they said in unison, pointing to each other.
They stared at each other then burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes, smirking.
"Just reminding you guys that there is a very fine line between hobby and mental illness. You two obviously border on that line," I said.
We burst out laughing again and I wondered if maybe these two weren't as bad as I'd originally thought.
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Teen Fiction"I think you've mistaken me for someone who's going to fall for you." "And I think you've mistaken that sinking feeling in your chest for hatred." I closed my locker, raising an eyebrow at him. "Oh? then what is it?" He smirked at me, putting his a...
