"What are you doing, you pig?" He said, looking me straight in the eye. I started to blush then realized what he said. "Yah! I'm not a pig, you nasty stupid-" "Shut up." "You can't tell me what to do, you little-" "I said, shut up," he demanded. "What makes you think that you can-" but I couldn't finish my sentence, because someone's lips pressed to mine for a brief second, silencing me to the core.All Rights Reserved