That bitch! My bra is wet and how am I suppose to changing clothes when my bra will wet the shirt? And eww, I will not borrow anyone else bra. That's just disgusting even if it from my best friend. I would not!
I grumbling, arguing with myself whether I should changes or not. If I'm not changing my tops, I'm sure I smell like a a trash or a puke, I don't know.. I don't people misunderstanding me. I would not like it if it happens to me.
Sighing, I stare at my pink tops with some flowers print on it. My shirt look so beautiful and nice, if only I have a jacket to cover it.
I wish that she's the one who get her tops wet not me. There last subject I need to take before going home. I can't studied when someone eyes on my chest. Pervert man!
I heard the door open but I don't bother to look at it instead I'm dealing and arguing with myself.
I take the shirt on my hands as I stare on it.
Should I wear or shouldn't I?
I mean, I should changes right? Or not. Or let escaped the class. I should meet brit ask her for a jacket but I don't want to go outside with my looks looking like this. (a mess bruh)
"looking struggling there, cupcake"
I jolts in shocked quickly cover my tops with my other shirt on my chest. I suck in breath as I dare myself to look at the person.
Gees, who did enter the woman locker at this time? My class start at 11 am.
Slowly I tilted my head behind me, because the voice I heard was hoarse and deep.
My eyes widening more when I saw who it was.
"sebastian? What are you doing here?" I ask him and he shrugging.
"well, Ann struggling there" he say as his eyebrows wiggle together at me. I frown close to punch him.
"well, what are you doing here anyway?" I ask him already annoying by his presence in here.
"this is girl locker room sebs" I said to my cousin
Yeah, you heard me. My cousin. He from my dad family and he schooling here with me. Sometimes we talk on school but we always talk when I went to my dad town.
Sebastian Vynrell is handsome, a gorgeous man and assemble me a little bit, just his nose. And a tall man,185 centimeters. Well, quite famous and a year older than me but still in this university.
He smirk at me.
"I know and ou!-" he say and stop talking.
"nice purple sport bra, Ann" he said and I look over my breast and yeah, my shirt stuck on my purple sport bra. My eyes widening as I quickly cover my chest area makes him laughing hard an loud. I whine at him.
"what are you doing here?" I ask irritated.
"here" he handed me a big hoodie purple, I narrowed my eyebrows at him.
"what is this?" I ask him and he shrugging his shoulder in playful way, I huff in annoyance.
"I saw it. I knew it wasn't your fault, so wear it. You know me when I come to be your shining knight in armor" he say as he do the mighty eagle posing, I chuckles and grab the hoodie from his hands.
"sebs, thank you for the hoodie" I say and he frown at the nickname I just call him.
Basically, he hated when me called him that. Well, he say it's sound childish when I think, it's don't. I mean, it's cute shit him. He had a deep dimple at his right cheek.
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The Short Girl.
Fanfiction"should I lift you up?" . Being a short girl, isn't what she proud of. Being taunting and being calling cute, she hated. People treat and makes her like she was still a little girl. She's a tough one. She don't cry easily and she don't get mad easil...
