It was starting to get chillier as the weeks passed. It was to the point she had to wear long sleeves, hoặc jackets with an outfit. Which was unfortunate, because the jackets and long sleeve shirts weren’t what bạn called “appealing”, to her. They showed no cleavage whatsoever, much to her dismay. Because, she loved to flaunt what she had right cái tát, đánh đập, smack dab infront of him.
“If bạn plan on throwing that at me, you’re going-”
She was cut off, when the sudden feeling of slushy snow slide down the back of sweater, slowly moving down her back. He had taken a handful of snow, and stuck it down the back of her sweater. She hated him at this moment.
He started smiling, while she started giving squeaking noises, trying to franticly shake the back of sweater, to get the snow out. Her movements suddenly stopped, when she saw his breath visible in the cold air.
“What?”
He asks, quickly dropping his smile.
“It’s not funny.”
She gives a devious glare.
“No. Not at all.”
He states, looking away but still smiling, faintly.
She rolls her eyes, as she starts to walk slowly through lightly covered snowy path.
Like always, he’s right behind her.
“Do bạn always have to be immature?”
She asks.
“Yes.”
He answers, honestly.
“Well, try and put it to a minimum when you’re around me.”
“Bad day?
He asks, catching on to her harsh tone.
“It was fine.”
He slightly nods.
“Right, bởi fine bạn mean, crappy?”
“It’s none of your business how my ngày went hoặc not.”
“You tell me I’m an ass.”
He murmurs quietly to himself.
“What was that?”
“You have a great ass.”
She knew what he had đã đưa ý kiến before. She just wanted him to say it to her face.
“Shut up.”
Her voice comes on amusingly, instead of angrily.
“Gonna tell me what happened?”
“Why do bạn want to know so badly?”
“It’s a possibility that maybe I care.”
“No, bạn don’t. You’re just curious.”
“Just tell me.”
“I got a B on one of my tests.”
“That’s it?”
“You act as if it’s nothing.”
“Because, it is. For God sakes, it’s a B.”
“Yes, a B. I never get B’s.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“And what would that be?”
“Well, we could always have sex, if that would make bạn happier.”
“No.”
She states, bluntly.
“Fair enough, actually, what I was going to say, is loosen up, and quit worrying about school.”
“Sorry, but I’m not like you. I don’t go out and get drunk and party just for the fun of it.”
“Then what the hell do bạn do it for?”
He asks, giving a weird look.
“I don’t do it, period.”
“That’s because you’re a bore.”
“If I was boring, bạn wouldn’t even speak to me.”
“Now, bạn don’t know that.”
“I know a lot thêm than bạn think, bạn speak to people who intrigue you. And, obviously I do.”
“Oh, please. You’re not even worthy of my attention.”
He lies, trying not to own up to the actual truth.
“If that’s true, let’s see how long bạn can last without talking to me.”
“Piece of cake, I could go for months, actually forever.”
“We’ll see how that goes.”
She states, smiling, and turning on a different path away from him.