Lunchtime.
Krise held Deon's hand as his face remained dark. "Please don't be mad anymore. I would punch him for you, if you want," Krise said, her voice full of concern. Finally, a smile lit up Deon's face. "You were serious, weren't you? I would love to see that, but Mum would kill us." He grinned impishly. Krise gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "Haha, so you do want me to punch him." The two of them laughed and joked, until the bell rang. "Bye, Krise." Deon said. Krise smiled as they part ways. "Hey there, hottie." An unwanted voice called out. "Oh, shuts. Leave me alone, jerk. I heard a lot about you." Krise growled. Fred frowned. "All those petty lies my pesky bro told you? Don't bel-" " Leave me be, you flipping jerk! You are the liar! I hate you." Krise shoved him aside, and stormed off. Fred ran after her, yelling, "What does he have that I don't?" Krise gave him a scornful look. "Everything." Fred clenched his fist in frustration and hatred. What is wrong with her? I'm the most handsome guy around, so why can't she fall for me?!!!!! Fred tried to chase after her, but lost her to the shadows and crowds near the classrooms. And his brother,Deon.
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Apple of my eye
General FictionA dose of humour, a pinch of rivalry, a tad of jealousy........stir well, and add a juicy apple. What do you get? A crazy tale of a girl named Kristena Sophie Jones, about how a little change of heart can make a big difference, and about how the pow...
