Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE | An Accident
DO YOU THINK she knows that this is a setup?" I questioned for the nth time. Cora was unabashedly looking me up and down, her shoulders giving off indifference.
I put my hands into my black denim, the jacket gifted to me by my late Aunt Barbara, only to eye her up and down as well.
"She doesn't. I'm a damn good voice actor and it was about time, you womaned up to ask her out."
John interrupted us. "So, this is going to be your first date?"
"I bet he's planning on getting his big cherry popped," she calmly whispered, clamping her teeth down on her lips as a way of assertiveness. John's brows went past his hairline.
"You're a virgin," John struggled to hide his grin.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, Jacko. An individual should not ever by judged by its body count," I took a stance, despite the blush creeping up on my face. "There's more to a person than this pseodu badge of honor gifted to us by society for being a non-virgin."
His grin widened. "No need to preach me. I'm 15. I've never had sex."
Cora stifled a yawn.
My mouth turned sour. "Yeah? I didn't want to know that."
There was a tic sounded in the air before the knob gently rattled. "Sebastian?"
It was her.
Immediately, my hands soared to my hair to set them right for her. To maintain my inflating confidence, I ruffled up my middle part to make my hair more dense.
Her stilletos appeared in the space between the linoleum floors and the wooden panel. Her eyes were dark with an anticipated attack, the small dagger of hers held high. Behind her, I found Natalie gawking at us strangely.
"You're alright," she laid put her theory and lowered her dagger. Water. I needed water to saturate my tongue with water. It felt like somebody had placed a sheet of sandpaper on my tongue that was frequently scraping against the roof of my mouth.
My breath fell short.
Stunning. Unidentifiable and undisclosed feelings began to squeeze my heart. The maroon dress clung to her like a second skin. I gulped. It seemed like today, the stars and the moon had decided to alienate the night sky to shoot towards Savannah to shimmer on her.
