My Pizza Guy. (editing)

4 ~ B*tch Please, I Stink.

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So I just wanted to say one thing....

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! XD

YOU GUYS ARE THE AWESOMEST POTATOES EVERRR!!! ^-^ :* ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Go potatoes! Go potatoes! ^-^

Thank you for supporting meeee! ^-^ for the ones who voted, ♥

for the ones who didn't, ¤

(sheeeeeaaaat I don't even know what that means. 0.o)

Just so yew know, I'm feeling extra creepy today. :3

Anyway, enjoy!

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"Peyton!" I heard someone shout my name at my back as I walked my way to the library. Nerdy, I know. Urgh.

Obviously, I turned around.

Just when I saw who was the name-caller - I just invented a word, applause please - I turned around again and kept on walking.

A popular guy. Must be here to bully me into doing his homework.

In highschool too, yes. Urgh.

But the guy was running after me so eventually he made it to my side and slowed down, breathing heavily.

Run, Peyton. You DONOT wanna get in this. my conscience told me.

"You okay, uhh.." I searched my mind for his name.

There are no names saved with that face in your memory. my brain told me.

"Josh.." he breathed. "Hi, Peyton." he added.

The name is saved with the face temporarily. my brain said.

Temporarily, huh? Bummer. my conscience puffed.

"Hey Josh." I said, speeding up my pace.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"Aren't we already?" I smiled politely at him.

Politely. Peyton.... just go die somewhere. my conscience said. Now that is just rude. my heart said. Duh! She knows exactly what this geek is upto. my conscience answered back.

"No. I-I mean... alone." he said.

"We are alone." I rolled my eyes. This was getting ridiculous.

"C'mon Pey, you know what I mean." he said.

I sighed and then stopped walking. The more I'd talk to him, the longer our conversation will get. And I didn't want that.

"Alright. Talk." I said, poker-faced.

Good. Keep your face that way. Nice. Just for some more time.... my brain said like a movie director.

"Peyton, prom is this Saturday and uhh..." he scratched the nape of his neck.

No way, dude. You can't do that. Peyton ain't goin' nowhere with you! my conscience snapped. At least hear him out! my heart added.

"So?" I asked, a ghost of a smile making its way on my face.

"So uhm.. will you.. will you..uhh.." he tried.

Time out. Is he doing what I think he's doing? my brain asked, horrified.