《Wild Flower》Chapter 4
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Well, school was incredibly boring, everything seems normal, the jocks bully the nerd, the queen bees flirting with every guy they see and me, the girl who block herself from the world
Then, lunch came, sitting in the canteen with Jordan eating my pizza, while he ate a sandwich
"So, did he came last night?" he asked
"Yes, and he scared my poor little heart" I said pointing at my heart
"Oh, come on he didn't really scare you"
"He came up from behind and scared the living days lights out of me, my poor little heart didn't get enough love people are always mean to me"
He rolls his eyes at me "Did I not give you enough love?"
"You never gave love, you're always mean to me" I pouted at him
He gasped "Yes, I did give my love and affection to you, you're the one who's mean to me"
I chuckled how this guy became my best friend?
"I hate you" he pouted at me
"Aw, does the little Jordan want a hug?" I said in a baby voice
"I'm not little! And I don't want your hug!"
"Are you sure, you don't want a hug?"
"Yes, I'm a big boy I can handle myself" l laughed at him
Then, suddenly one of the popular girls came
"Hey Jordan, wanna sit with us?" she traces Jordans arm with her nails
"No, thanks" he said boringly
"Come on, baby sit with us" she purred
"No means no" he sighed annoyed
"Please baby for me?"
"How small is that brain of yours? Huh, maybe your brain is the size of a peanut" I said
She gasped then smirked "Well atleast the boys can have all of these" mentioning her body
"Atleast I'm not a walking skeleton with a watermelon boobs and diaper butt" now it's my turn to smirk
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"Well, atleast guys are interested in me and not you"
"Atleast I'm a walking STD stick like you" mimicking her voice
She let out an annoyed screame
"Chill there, no need to break the windows with your voice"
She screamed and started to pull her hair, her friends came and exit the canteen, I sat back down continuing eating my pizza, while everyone is looking at me
"Hey, people don't you have anything better to do" I yelled to them
I turned to look at Jordan, to see that he was amused
"Well, thank you Addie that's very sweet of you to care for me"
"I didn't do it for you, I did it for me, she's disturbing my lunch"
"What an amazing best friend you are"
The bell rang, and the rest of the school continues, class was boring, you know when you're really sleepy but, you can't sleep because the teacher will kill you that is the situation I am in right now, my eyes start to go tired
You can't fall asleep!
But, I'm so tired
You have to stay awake, Mrs. Wilson will kill you!
So sleepy...need to sleep....
Think about of a Greek god looking model shirtless
Oh my god! That body is amazing!
The bell rang, cutting me from my daze,
"Hey, Addie want to get ice cream?"
"Yes!"
He chuckled and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his car, got in and listen to some song while driving to the ice cream shop
The ride took about 10 minutes, when we got there, we both enter the ice cream shop, as we walked in the bell rang, we reached the counter
"Hello, welcome to ice sweet shop, can I take your order?" a boy around my age asked politely
"Yes please, can i get cookie dough and mint chocolate chip on cones" Jordan asked
"Okay, your orders will be right up" he smiled at us
"Thank you"
We sat down on the booth, while we wait for our ice cream
"Cookie dough and mint chocolate chip!"
We grabbed our ice cream and sat down on the booth, we talked and laugh while we ate ice cream together
I wonder if stranger likes ice cream?
Shaking my head why are you thinking about stranger suddenly?
"Why are you shaking your head?"
"Nothing"
"Okay....." he said eyebrows raised, he's knows something is wrong
Jordan continue making jokes and I laugh, it was fun day to say the least
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