Description
Chase Martleon. The secluded boy who seems to be in love with himself. Never calling anyone a girlfriend, and lands in the police station twice a week. On a first name basis with the Principal of Stanford High. Leah Virgantia. The weird girl that is unknown to the whole student body. The girl who never gets in trouble with the officers nor the school. "I will give you back your cell phone if you promise to be my girlfriend." He shouted gleefully. "I swear that if you don't give me my cell phone, I'll cut off your balls and feed them to the sharks." I venomously threatened. His cocky grin never wavered, as his freakishly long arms held my cell phone out of reach. "Bring it on, shortcake." He laughingly waved off my threat. That's it. Leah Virgantia is not a shortcake and I'll show him how intimidating I can be. I plastered a fake smile on my face, strolled towards him, and put my lips close to his. I could smell his minty scent and shook my head. I mustn't be distracted. He froze, looking at my lips, then at my eyes. I could hear him gulp, as I inched my lips closer. He closed his eyes, momentarily distracted and lowered his arm. I took the chance and grabbed my cell phone. his eyes flew open, aghast at what I just did. "If you want me, you have to work on it bad boy." I smirked and trolled away like nothing happened, leaving him hanging.
Strawberry Ice Cream
