Sticky Taped Smile // a.i.

Sticky Taped Smile // a.i.

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"Can I have that recipe?" Jolting my head up from my phone I noticed the guy with the curly hair, and his three friends standing in front of me. "Uh-" I muttered nervously. My heart was beating 100 miles an hour, and I felt the sudden urge to punch them all and run away from them, not bothering to wait for Ella to pick me up. "The spaghetti one," one of his friends from behind him added. "I'm not the chef," I scoffed. "I don't cook the food," "Would you mind asking the chef? Here I can give you my number," he blurted, sending his hand to my pocket where I put my phone before. "I'm not giving you my phone. First of all, I don't know you guys. Second of all, I thought you were gonna gang bang me when you corned me before, which by the way, you are still doing. And finally, I'm not gonna ask the head chef what the recipe for his spaghetti is! God knows what my boss will think! I could get sued!" I yelled. My tone and seriousness sent them taking a few steps back and thinking for a minute. ---- A story in which a boy with curly blonde hair and a girl with a sticky taped smile meet at an Italian restaurant and fight over a spaghetti recipe All rights reserved ©sauceyymendes - CookehsNCreme
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"Why aren't you scared?" I whine and he laughs. "Come on, you wouldn't dare hurt me with that. It's too risky, and I can get out of this easily, babe." I can tell he's smirking and it's sickening. "Oh yeah? Try." I say confidently and in one swift motion, he has me on the floor. He's now straddling me with both my hands above me and the knife in his hands, pressed lightly against my throat. This turns me on... "I...I stand corrected." I wheeze in laughter, ignoring the massive pain in my head. "Now can you be a nice guy and turn off the music and help me with this pain please?" "That's all I was waiting for, Doll." He smirks and gets off of me, setting the knife on the counter. I roll over, groaning as I make my way to the living room to lay on the couch. Liam Forte and Jasmine Galvin. Opposite, but similar in many ways. The difference? He's a player. Every school has one, and Liam is the one. Moving in to her house shortly after summer has officially started, Jasmine has to deal with the boy who will leave a permanent mark on her life. Kinda immature, I'm no grown ass woman. SLOWLY EDITING. DON'T SHOOT! Follow up: DONE EDITING. YOU MAY DROP YOUR WEAPONS! Follow up to the follow up: NOT REALLY DONE EDITING, BUT KEEP THE FIRE DOWN! I'M WRITING THE SECOND BOOK (the better one, in my opinion) SO MY TIME IS ATE UP.

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