Werewolf? {DISCONTINUED}

Werewolf? {DISCONTINUED}

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I get snapped out of my thoughts when I feel hands wrap around my waist. My head snaps that direction as I see that jerk guy. (I seriously have no idea what his name is) He pulls me onto his lap. All I do is stare at him as he starts eating with his arm wrapped around my waist and acts like nothing has happened l. Man, that's seriously not a good move to start with. "What the heck do you think you're doing? Get your hands off me!" I yell straight into his ear. "Baby what's wrong?" He asks. "Really?! Just really?! You are freaking asking me what's wrong?! Do you not see the position that I'm in? Cause if you don't then take a good look." I state with my arms crossed across my chest. "What I see is a beautiful face and a sexy body. I don't see what the problem is." He said. My mouth drops open as I replay what he just said. Then I do the next thing that pops up in my head. I punch him straight in the face.
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