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Blake..
EDDY'S POV
As soon as he slid his phone into his pocket, I was about to ask him what the problem was but instead of saying a word, I just kept shut and continued walking.
"I'm sure you're itching to ask me the problem" His voice almost shocked me. How did he know? What mind reader you are, Blake.
"You totally got it wrong there" I resumed.
Liar liar Eddy-liar
"I'm not always wrong you know, it's my social instinct" He smirked, tapping his left temple with the tip of his index finger.
"So true" I rolled my eyes, sarcasm beaming in my words.
"So you wanna know?" He asked, throwing his arm around my shoulder.
"Get your dry arm off me Blake" I blinked, quite uneasy. It reminded me of the time he made it look like we're dating by pulling off his prank in front of Chris.
"If you indeed wanted it off, you would have thrown it off your shoulders but you didn't which means-" I cut him off by increasing my walking step by striding so his arm would slide off. What jerk
Holding firmly to my shoulder, he dragged me back. "Blake-"
"Don't be on the rush... We're going the same way, aren't we?" His voice rang arrogance into my ear.
"Let go me Blake if not-" I threatened but my annoying voice gave me away. Maybe it's because I'm sick. I don't sound serious.
"Scratch all that.. Let's talk you" He released his grip on me but his arm was still lying on my shoulder.
"I will if you get your hands off me.. It doesn't give me a feeling of security here" I crossed my arm across my chest.
"You're scared Chris will see you with me, hmm?" He mocked, not attempting to remove his arm around me.
The way Chris' name rolls off his tongue is quite intriguing.
"What is it with Chris, why can't you just quit talking about him as my boyfriend" I poured out my mind.
"You girls" He snickered, shaking his head. "How do you know that's what I meant?" He asked, still snickering.
I bit my lower lip and flushed in embarrassment. Dang!
"You girls are always thinking in one way... Boyfriend" He scoffed. "I wonder when you'll grow up" His tone had a tint of irritation in it.
"Thanks for opening my ears... I'll grow up now" I said, a little hurt by his words. As if he doesn't use that to describe our relationship.
"Did I hurt my baby's heart?" He mimicked a high pitch voice, then pulled in my cheek and landed a pressing kiss to it.
Ewww
"Ew, Blake" I pushed him off me, rubbing my right cheek with my palm.
He didn't stumble back as I thought he would, it just gave us a little space as I pushed.
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Married At Nineteen
Roman d'amourThere were times we could merry and there were times we feel we've been defeated by circumstance. All through, life was much bearable for a young girl after years of mind starvation and self-hatred. Her goals and mission weren't going to be hindered...
