Caaaakkeee Stories

I slammed my locker door and straight stared at the boy in front of it. "You know you kinda being a stalker, Mr. Eyeball." A smile appeared on my face. "Well who else am I gunna look at, that's more beautiful than you?"He winked, and a chill ran down my spine. I thought about what Erin had said the other day, If a boy calls you pretty,he's talking about body. If a boy calls you hot, he means your looks. If a boy calls you beautiful, he means everything. He just called me beautiful.