Getting Tricked

"My ex girlfriend is about to walk over here with a new guy," says a stranger.

"And, I care why?" I ask in a hushed tone.

"Can you just hold my hand?" he asks abruptly.

I felt bad for him so I took his hand and walked around with him hand in hand. After awhile, of walking around I see no couple,
I realize how stupid I was and glare at our hands. The thing was the hands felt like they should be together.
I, Marisol Martinez, am holding a boys hand and he just stole my phone number from me. How? You may ask?

Read on to find out
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This story may be bad. This is my first well second story.... this got confusing any who.... the first is a diary I guess you can say. This is my first real story and it may have so many grammar and spelling errors. So bare with me as I will with y'all. Enjoy the story and I don't like assigning actors to character because it kind of ruins the whole "imagine the character" thing I try and include in readers minds.