The Bad Boy Stole My Pudding Cup

The Bad Boy Stole My Pudding Cup

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No way. It cannot be him. Carter Fields is in my kitchen. The bad boy was in my kitchen, raiding my fridge. I stepped out from behind the wall and coughed awkwardly. He turned around and let out a high pitched scream and dropped- my pudding cup! Oh, no he didn't. Someone better hold my earrings! "Give me my pudding cups!" I yelled, I swear I must have looked like a wildebeest. I advanced towards Carter Fields, umbrella at the ready. No one messes with my pudding cups. No one.
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A Valentines Day Treat for the lovely and awesome wattpaders. Hope you all enjoy this. Happy Valentine's Day People :) She raised a perfectly plucked eye brow at him waiting for him to elaborate. He actually got really nervous under her gaze. There goes his "Bad Boy" reputation. The school's bad boy squirming under the school's nerd's scrutiny. Well there was a first time for everything. "I was running from the police, saw your back garden and jumped the fence. Saw your back door. You should probably change the lock it’s really easy to pick" he finished uncomfortably when her eyes narrowed at him turning into slits. "If its any consolation I didn't knew it was your place" he added lamely.

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