Excerpt . . .
After Edward was thrown out of my house, I worried that he'd be freaked. I called him right away only to find him initially shocked, but then laughing his ass off. He thinks my dad's a riot and wants to get to know him. Probably bug him the way he bugs me. Well, not exactly.
Monday morning I'm at my locker, gathering my things for my English when there's a commotion in the hall. I look up, and there's Edward, breathing heavy, having slammed his texts and binder to the ground. "It wasn't over. It still isn't over!" He twitches his fingers, and I know exactly what he wants me to do, so I do it.
I drop my things and run full tilt, leaping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and kissing his cheeks while giggling.
"That was hot, and you didn't fall or anything," he says, patting my back.
He walks me to my locker while passersby stare at us. It's strange to be gaped at this way, but Edward seems completely at ease with it. Then again, he's always doing weird things like this and carrying girls all around. I just decide to go with the flow and stop worrying about it.
That is, until Jessica gets catty with me at lunch.
"Is it true?"
"Ith vhat trr?" I ask through a be-sandwiched mouth.
"Lauren told me you jumped on Edward and were kissing him all over."
I shrug, and she sits next to me, glaring.
"I didn't kiss him. We were acting out a scene from The Notebook."
"And that's better?" She's getting hysterical, her voice rising in pitch. "I thought you were my friend."
Friend? Hell, no. And how is this all on me? Edward's the player, not me.
Just look at this flirt . . .
Bahahahaha!
Jessica . . .
Love this chp tid bits,srsly this story is weaning me off masen days.....kinda lol
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