my bad boy ☹ r.b | discontinued

"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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