Four Seconds
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Last published Sun, Dec 18, 2016
"I think you like me, but you are just afraid to admit it."
I scoffed and crossed my arms,"Okay one, I don't like you, and two, if I did, why would I be afraid to admit it?"
Axel walked towards me,"Because baby doll, it's like every cliché story, nerdy geek falls for the handsome quarterback, but he is so handsome and popular, that the nerdy geek knows the he can never like her back."
I felt my jaw drop to the floor, a thought slowly coming into my mind.
I walked over to him with a flirtatious smile on my lips, he smirked and leaned forward.
I placed my hand on his arm and as soon as he started to lean in, I kneed him where the sun don't shine.
He doubled over and groaned, I took the opportunity to lean into his ear,"Sorry to tell you, but this isn't some cliché story."
I turned around and started to walk out of the library, when I heard a low growl and felt a large, warm hand grab my arm.
I felt myself be pushed into the wall and felt Axel's warm breath on my face,"But oh baby doll it is."
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