Poptimist

Some people are optimists, some are pessimists, sometimes you need both.

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Summer absolutely hates Chris Peterson guts. He might be funny and good looking but Summer sees right through that, to his other side. The annoying, obnoxious pestering side that won't leave her alone. And when you tend to be an optimist, some people just bring out your pessimistic side.

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""Does my little sun beam need me to cheer her up?" He whispered in my ear. I clenched my teeth and let out a breath mentally counting to ten to calm my self. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...
"Because you know" He paused "it would be my pleasure." He whispered his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered.
"You little..." I slapped his arm and he let out a yelp, falling out of his chair clutching his arm.
"Miss. Jenkins, Mr. Peterson do we have a problem?" Mr. Adams called from the front of the class.
"No Mr. Adams." I called back as the bell rang signalling the end of class. Chris got and stood up, he gave me a pout still cradling his arm.
"Oh you drama queen." I shot at him.
"I'll be king, but you can be queen if you want." He winked, I brought my hand up to slap him again but he grasped my wrist quickly.
"That called abuse sunshine, and its frowned apone." He lectured me.
"I'm not your sunshine.""

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Unedited! I may edit in the unforeseeable future...