"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes.
"What?" Max asks me.
"I said, thank you," I say more clearly.
"Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely.
"I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly.
"Still nada. Trolley could you enunciate properly? I must've been showering the wrong way," Max says concerned for himself. "Water's gone into my ears," he says pinching his earlobe.
Despite everything, I laugh loudly, "Max, you fucking weasel!" He fondly grins down at me.
"Go," he encourages me. "All the best Trols," he smothers a giant hand, over my head.
"See, you're not completely horrible," I say warmly. "We can be friends, right?"
"Sure.... We can be friends." His face twists in distaste, like a minuscule, useless, human like me isn't worth being friends with.
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Read the snarky, snappy love story of two stubborn individuals.
"Karen...where are you going?" he asked.
"I am going out for a date...not that it matters to you...anyway... what are-"
"I am here to tell you something..." he completed
"Can you please talk...my date is waiting for me."
"Can you cancel this date of yours..." he slurred.
"Why?"
He pushed me against the wall and held my arms.
"Because I can't bear to see you with any other man, kissing him, going out on dates with him!" he growled.
"Why not?" I whispered due to how close our faces were, I just needed to lean a bit for our lips to connect.
"Because you are mine! You have been mine since we first saw each other in the park! Because I love you! God damn it!"
And then he crashed his lips on mine.
*****
Karen is a very popular girl in her school. The good popular.
The one who isn't a nerd and who isn't a snob.
She is kind and caring, known for her skills in making people happy.
But what makes Karen happy?
The secret letters she receives from an admirer every day through an e-mail, a text or even a hand-written letter.
Who is this admirer? Will Karen ever know? Read on to find out.