Into My Heart (OC x Reader)
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Last published Wed, May 12, 2021
"Whoa, watch where you're going missy!" Jamie chuckled. I do have to admit he did have a nice smile which lit up his face when it was genuine.
"I-I'm fine." I stuttered. I didn't realise both of his hands were placed on my arm until I felt him squeeze my bicep. I quickly shook out of his grip and stepped back. "Don't touch me." I fired back.
"Ooh feisty! I was just making sure you wouldn't fall over." Jamie winked. He held up his hands in defence. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I grabbed the chips from behind him.
"Sure. Now I've got to go... see you at school." I started to walk off backwards. "Unfortunately!" I yelled back and faced forward.
"Ouch!" Jamie yelled back. Although I couldn't see him I imagined him putting his hand on his heart and tilting his head like he always does. I rolled my eyes and silently laughed to myself as I bought my things. I started walking again, possibly being late. However not long after, I heard a painfully familiar voice. "Y/n!" Jamie yelled.
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