˗ˏˋthe bakeryˎˊ˗

eight..

she was so beautiful.

better than i imagined.

i shook my leg up and down.

i bit on my fingernails.

i glanced over at them every few seconds.

"sammy, i think gilinsky wants to get some from dream girl." johnson said, snickering.

sam followed him.

i gave them a glare.

"you guys are gonna get some beatings unless you shut up." i growled.

the girls came over with their food and drinks.

they say right infront of me.

i tried not to make eye-contact with her as i pretended to be on my phone.

"so, joshua asked me out at the party." her voice rang in my ears.

but, the words made my heart clench.

"oh my god, you lucky bastard! he's so hot." her friend said.

"ew. he's fucking ripped. i like muscles and all, but oiled up, fucking visible six-packs are not my thing."

i'm not ripped.

number one: complete.