Living With The Player

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riend, I'm all his and all, but after the encounter with Dylan, a switch in his head tunned up a bit. For inst

ting death glares at guys, most of them who were my friends and simply wanted to say hi. It was becomin

urning around to glare at him. Kyle doesn't eat lunch ninety per cent of times with me. He's busy with

e," I said with a scoff.

feigned ignorance

your site, you're shooting death glares at my friends, not to mention

poke his chest in fro

, I'm being a g

ying cute.

being a je

word with a sigh. I'm tr

ast statement, reaching up to peck h

ylan was a mistake and it will never happe

sig

elded, crashing

at." I offered with a small

seat freely, though they preferred seating in groups with most of their friend

ake any girlfriends because they all usually care about fashion and clo

e passing me a note, I furrowed my brows in confusion, wiping my lips. Kyle was gazing

ch with me. Y

, order me not to act differently now that we're together, then gi

enly a freak accident makes us housemates and he decides to annoy me. Kyle noticed my mood chang

ay?" Kyle a

enly lost my appetite, grabbed my

up badly. I avoided everyone throughout the rest of the day and when it was time for closing, I got the books I needed, slammed my locker

et him toy me around. I was about to leave when I sighted Kyle at the end of the hallway, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes

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ehind me slumping as I got into the house, I jumped

u." He gritted h

off anymore, I can walk," I

't want me to drop me off. I don't know what crazy game y

e no one, Dylan. We don't have anything going on nor do we know each other

wn at me. Why can't

e's more to you and me t

tch. I talk a lot, now he's going

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