Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy.
Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple.
"Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running.
I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves.
Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked.
His footsteps echoed closer.
"Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully.
Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath.
Silence.
Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him.
"Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine.
"How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself.
"Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased.
I raised a brow at him.
"I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies.
"That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin.
I blinked, narrowing my eyes.
"The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged.
And then came the smirk.
"Now, time for my revenge."
I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me.
I wiped my face.
Flour.
He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it.
Mature, much? I thought bitterly.
Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance.
Time to activate drama mode.
"Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me.
This book is everything. You NEED to read this.
The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly.
I smile again.
A smile!?
A tiny one, but still.
"Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?"
I ask, swinging my feel a little.
He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all.
Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much?
"Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname."
I offer happily.
He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment.
He has nice eyes.
Pretty brown chocolate orbs.
They remind me so much of.......
"Teddy."
He shakes his head immediately, frowning.
"What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you."
I say softly, tilting my head.
He continues to shake his head.
I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?"
He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make.
"No."
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*Jordan*
Teddy!?
Seriously!?
She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!?
What the hell does this girl want!?
I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street.
Forget about her.
She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away.
Everybody does.
She HAS to go away.
*Spoiler alert*: she doesn't.
Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt.
That's my mindset.
I've been through enough of that.
This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway.
She's too innocent.
*Mature content*
{Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}