"Come on, Chrys, just one?"
"Screw off, Colin. I don't want your frickin' mistletoe." I frown, grabbing my book bag. I had only just come to the library when I found everyone's favorite stereotypical boy group: the players! Isn't it great? Wrong. It's worse. Being... me, I had no idea what I was doing with my life at the time, and it's been at me since the first day of tenth grade. That's called a year. I was restraining the urge to put the kid in a chokehold, and for me that was hard... real hard.
"Come on, Chrystina, just one lit-" I cut him off, turning around. I HATED when I was called Chrystina. Don't ask me why, but I really did. And I couldn't restrain myself anymore.
Spinning him around before he could even say "What", I put him in a pretty dang good chokehold, tightening my grip immediately. I smirked softly, since I knew no one else was here. I only whispered in his ear three words: "What's my name?"
The only sounds he made were choking noises. "Ch-... Chrys..."
I chuckle softly. "Good!" I let go and let him run for the hills. It obviously wasn't the first time. Last time, my pickup line was, "My type isn't boys with broken noses."
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Random December Celebratory Stories
RandomWow, long title! This is where I'll put all my human ocs' random stories... except they all take place in December, in a town of Honeybrook, Michigan, right at the tip of the thumb, near Port Austin. Happy December!!
