The Bad Boy Steals My Glasses
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"What do you want, stranger?" I snapped at him as I tried to flip to my next page of the book. But his hand had to be on top of it, therefore I can't risk the rip.
"Stranger is a bit harsh don't you think?" He laughed. I looked up at him and glared.
"Well I don't know you nor am I ever interested in finding out so can you please move away your hand?!" I forced yell from the bottom of my throat.
The boy snickered. His amusement of me being tortured made me hate him even more. Now he's in front of me and didn't look like he will even go away.
"Feisty huh? I like that. What's your name?" He asked, placing his hand next to my opened book. I fixed my glasses and gazed back to my reading.
"So you're just going to ignore me?" Said him. Of course! Doesn't he ever get the message when a person isn't interested in wanting to talk?
"Alright then." Suddenly, he reaches for my glasses and wears them before I could even speak.
"Now, let's talk."
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