Chase and I was at the lunch table
"Where will we work on our essay?" Chase asked.
"Library?"
"No, I hate libraries." He said causally.
"My house?"
He didn't answer, but rummaged though his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper. He scribbled something on it.
"My number," he said. "Call me when you can."
He walked away.
I was lying on my bed staring at Chase's number, thinking about him.
I noticed that he has green eyes. He has bad boy vibes that makes me don't want to be around him, but he is very good-looking.
Before I realized it I was dialing his number.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hi, are you going to come to my house?" I asked.
"Maybe tomorrow," he said. "Bye I got to go,"he hung up.
I laid in bed for a few more minutes before I got up. I walked to the kitchen. My mom was teaching my four year old sister about Jesus.
"He died on the cross for our sins," my mom told Lena, my sister.
"Why," she asked.
"So we can be forgiven," I said before my mom.
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Christian Girl
RandomBecca was always the quiet girl who always wore a cross necklace and keep to herself. Until she met Chase. Chase was a rebel. He had a hard life. His dad left him at a young age and his mom worked two jobs to support him and his sister. Becca and C...
