Trouble Maker (c)
Usually, when a bad boy says a sentence like that, they have an ulterior motive. Maybe Justin is just like the perverted brains of my friends in Florida...
"What do you want from me?" I let out a short sigh.
"Your phone number." He put his hands in his pants pockets.
Spontaneously, I looked at him with my 'wtf' look. He, Justin Lancaster, who had jeered at me in the cafeteria and knocked me out in extra karate asking for my number? HAHAHAHAHAHA.
"Not. Your brain must be wrong. You're one of the SWAG gang members who like to date high school student Graham Bell and toy with them. You think you can do that to me, huh?" I'm on my hips. "Look, Lancaster, I'm not like the shallow girls in this school."
"Well, then… why did you fall for Marcel so easily?" he attacked me with those words while slipping his mysterious crooked smile.
I opened my mouth speechless. My hand scratched my non-itchy head, thinking about the answer. "He's different. He's not like you. He's not as charming as you, not arrogant, not arrogant, and doesn't call me Dope-nee."
"You don't like being called Dope-nee?"
"What idiots like to have their name changed like that??" My tone went up two octaves. "For Medusa's hair, Lancaster." I rolled my eyes up. Apart from being arrogant, he was really shallow. I pity the stupid girls who go crazy over him at this school. You can be handsome, but if your brain doesn't work, what do you do?
Justin sighed softly ignoring my embarrassed expression. His eyes didn't move an inch from mine. I crossed my arms over my chest, glanced at him, and wondered why he was looking at me so intensely.
His gaze on you is so sexy, Daph, my alter ego screams inwardly. He turned out to like the Lancaster.
"Stop looking at me like that, Lancaster." I tucked my hair behind my ear.
"Not until you give me your number." He still insisted.
Oh, Lord. Let me dip his head into the toilet hole. "What for? If you have a good reason, I'll give you my number." I suspect he has evil plans for me. Maybe his brain is filled with vile or dirty plans...
"You're taking too long. Fine if you don't want to. I'll make sure to get your number this afternoon." He glances at me, turns, and walks away with his arrogant steps, leaving me gaping with an idiotic look.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I let out a short sigh. Mikaela is right. Besides being dangerous and feared in this school, he also has a mental disorder.
But, Daph, if you guys get close, you can just kiss him and it's all good! my alter ego whispered excitedly. I curled my lips into a straight line thinking about his sentence.
But in order not to embarrass myself, I guess I should learn to kiss guys from the experienced ones. Oh my God, I can't believe my problem is this complicated.