She rolls her eyes and pauses for second.

“Yes I know, but ugh whatever I was still cute.” She smirked.

“Are you sure about that?” I raise my eye brow. Okay she was cute but she doesn’t need to know I think that.

“Whatever asshole.” She scuffed. Oh I must have hit a nerve.

“I kid, I kid.” I said as threw my hands up. She was still pouting.

“Ah Miss Davies don’t pout, you’ll get wrinkles.” I laughed and got hit on the arm.

“So… not that I don’t like hanging out with you but why are you hanging out with me?” I asked bluntly. The question had to come up sooner or later. “I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors about me. I’m a slut, a girlfriend stealer, a dyke, and of course my all time favorite, diseased.”

“Yea I have heard things about you, and I think you forgot to say you like to break girls in.”  

I roll my eyes “Of course how could forget that one.”

“Anyways I’m sure some of them are true, however I like to make my own opinions of people. And to answer your question I don’t know there’s something about you that just captivates me.” She looked down for a second and then starts to say something else. “That and you amuse me.” She leers at me.

I blushed. What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m not the blusher I’m the Blush manufacturer.

“Well since we’re talking about you Spencer, what type of girls do you like?” Curiosity peeked in her voice. Well isn’t this interesting!

“I like my girls’ butch. Why?” I solemnly told her.

“Oh, really?” She asked incredulously. She sounded disappointed.

“Yea flannel for some reason turns me on!” My voice grew husky. “I don’t know what it is it just make me so wet.” Did she just gulp?

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The door rang startling both of us.

“Pizza must be here. Finally I thought I was going to starve to death.” She said. A little melodramatic don’t we think?