"Hey! Watch it" My sketchbook is knocked to the floor. My second day here and already, people are being idiots.
I look up to see red head. This time, a brunette is next to him.
"What." I ask. My cold tone cutting through the hot aura he has- wait, NO, nevermind.
He just smirks at me. He whispers something to the girl beside him and she sadly, reluctantly detatchess herself from his arm.
He puts both hands on my desk and cocks his head. I cock mine back.
I so didn't want to deal with this right now- especially at the end of the day, at the end of school. I swiftly get up and walk out. I glance behind me and sure enough he's following me to.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Oh, nothing, just decided to grace you with my presence."
I decide I might as well get to know him. "So, what are you- quarterback, soccer captain, class clown..."
He looks at me. "I run."
I stop dead in my tracks. He. Does. Not.
"You run?" I ask, my eyes widening.
"Why, you like a good chase?"
"No.." I say quickly.
I see a group of guys jogging over here. Most of them tall, dwarfing my size.
Too many male specimans.
I walk faster, when I feel him tug me back, engulfing me in a hug.
"Ok." He then lets me go.
I stare shocked. WHat Was ThaT?
He jogs in the direction of his buddies. "Jerk Face" I yell.
"Love you to, Cupcake." He calls back, which earns him whoops and cheers from his frineds.
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