"You are staring. Am I that attractive?" He raises his brow at me.
"Wait" I come back to my senses as I stand up straight "Hold up!" I hold my hand up "Firstly-don't call me that, secondly-I wasn't staring"
He stands up as well and looks at me "Yeah, right, and I'm a ballerina"
I roll my eyes.
"You know...You still didn't answer my question"
I raise a brow now "What question?"
"Am I that attractive?"
"No, you are not, don't flatter yourself" I protest.
He raises a brow "For real?"
"Yes, for real" I repeat "Anyway, can I have my ball back?"
"What ball?"
"The one that you are holding right now" I point.
He looks down at the ball and points at it with his other hand.
"Yes" I nod.
"Who said this is yours?" He plays with it.
I clench my fists in irritation and sigh "I said"
He raises a brow.
'My god! I just came here to relax...Just my luck'
"Any proof it's yours?"
"Yeah, there is actually"
"Where?"
"Flip it around" I tell him.
"This way?" He rolls it around in his hands.
"No"
"Here?"
"No, just...Give it to me" I take the ball away from him and turn it around to where my name is "See?" I point.
I wrote my name on the ball since I got it on my birthday in high school for many reasons. Me and boys used to play football during breaks and I would always take my ball because the one that the school had were just horrible...And I didn't want to lose it, along with the fact that someone could have the same ball or in a situation exactly like this. It's better to be prepared.
He again takes the ball away from me and scans the name that is written on the ball.
I groan. I just had the ball in my hands and it is taken away from me.
He looks up at me and smiles like an idiot for some weird reason.
I look at him weirdly 'What is he up to?' I think to myself.
"Clever sweetheart" He holds the ball up "So...Alex it is" A Smirk plastered on his face.
"No shit Sherlock" I roll my eyes.
He laughs out loud while holding his stomach.
"And don't call me that, it's annoying"
"You're funny"
"Thanks. I know"
"Calm down tiger" He laughs.
"Not funny"
"It is"
"It's really not"
He smiles "I like you Alex" He says. My name slips off his tongue smoothly.
"And I don't like you. You really get on my nerves" I admit.
"Good to know" He nods "Also nice tracksuit"
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|The Tomboy And The Trouble Maker|
Teen FictionA story about an 18 year old girl named Alexandria Parker, who lives in London together with her brother and father. She had life showing her the hard way, same with her family. Her mother died when she was only 8 and she was left by herself. Well...
