queenwavy
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- Parts 17
"Why are you scared of me?" He asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette.
"I'm not." I lied.
I was terrified honestly. But I couldn't show it, I can't.
"Yes you are, I can tell. But I'll talk to you later, geek." He then got off the wall and walked away.
"I never got your name!" I called after him.
"The guy you don't bring home to mom... your bad boy." He smiled sinisterly
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