The Neighbor Boy

The Neighbor Boy

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BOOK WILL BE UNDERGOING MAJOR CHANGES STARTING YET TO BE ANNOUNCED I SUGGEST YOU HURRY & READ IT NOW i carefully set down the vase and waltzed over to my ball which the boy was now holding. i must admit he was pretty cute. he had deep rich chocolate looking eyes and light brown curly hair. sort of like Liam Payne before he got his hair cut..but cuter. his face was very structured and his skin was a nice tan. "dropped your ball," he said with a smirk, "volleyball player huh? cute" i smiled back. i mean he was worth my time..as far as i knew. he was cute so why not flirt back? "volleyball isn't cute. maybe if you came to a game of mine you would know." i said back flashing a flirtatious smile. "challenge accepted see you there darling. my name is Casper by the way...and yours is..beautiful?" i blushed. he was such a flirt..probably a douchebag too. "hannah." i said turning to walk causally away after giving him a quick wink. maybe i would like it here after all
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