I pushed myself off the wall and started marching after him. After my short legs caught up with him I spun him around and screeched "What the actual bloody fuck was that Alan!"
He didn't look phased at all by my out burst, instead he just laughed and shook his head. "Darling it means whatever the hell you want it to mean."
Like that was much help you asshole! God I'm so worked up about a damn kiss. What the actual cock-sucking fuck!?!
He started walking again but I grabbed his arm and spun him around making him look at me even though I was so much smaller than him. I got close to him and asked "Do you like me?"
He didn't make a move nor a blink of the eye or a gulp or anything. He was like a statue, time to fight fire with fire.
I started walking up to him face to face, looking him right in his dark brown eyes. His eyes locked on mine he titled his head down to where we were actually face to face. "Do you like me?" I asked again more serious. Looking him dead in the eye I saw a blush appear at his neck and traveling upwards. I got closer to him kinda like when he pushed me up against the wall "Alan that blush rising is telling me what your not." I said with a smirk.
He started to lean his head in but I backed up quick. I wasn't kissing anyone yet. He outwardly groaned as I kept backing away, I stopped about three steps back smirking at him realizing his pain about it.
My work here was done, I got him flustered and bothered and he knew it.
He sighed and grabbed my wrist dragging me into Victoria's Secret. My worst nightmare; this store I hate everything about it and he could tell
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Подростковая литератураIn high school you either beat the odds or you fail. Will Alan and Felicity beat the odds. Felicity has two friends Ry and Liz who show her how to have fun and how to get in trouble. She's shy and isn't ready for the challenge. Alan has tons of frie...
