Addicted To The Bad Boy

nch, I placed my ba

ce in flirting.” Hannah grabbed a few

n know where to start.” I s

person who can flirt, and this guy is clearly ahead of me in that department.” I could picture him sitting next to his f

what he’s into anyway?” I shook it off. What m

sages before. Plus, if you failed on that fake account, you could s

message. Sweat tickled behind

ed it back to me. The relief in my body gave way. Looking d

ul as ever, she went ba

erwise, she would be calling me every few seconds. After a week of be

had read. Hours passed. Eventually, lunch turned into almost dinner. Hannah

cking out the dishes, which reminded me that I had a

nnah.” I kissed my mom on the cheek

ss of wine, watching something on Netflix. She did

e?” She patted the

Furthermore, I was also glad she wa

e. It went with our biscuits because

how for almost two hours. Mom started to snor

glasses away and setting them gently in the sink. The

had probably done. We both preferred to be a bit chilly since it was easier to get warm.

y my purse, which I had tossed on the ground. It was

how's it going? Wanna

or be edgier, which Hannah said he was into. I d

nd I don't drink. Not a cool

ned that.

felt the need. What’

ol.” He changed the subjec

respond so quickly. Plus, if I was being realistic, nothing would come from this. He was really nice t

second me

f?” He included a w

wel wrapped around me. The br

shorts and an old rock band tee I found at a thrift store last year. My room had grey wa

ponded quickly with a smirk sticker. “3 months ago, you said y

not always been me with this fak

f mystery and fick

ought of myself as funny, but a part of me was plea

t you’re killing me. Would you meet me outside

n’t want to. So far, he had his looks going for him, and he saved my life. If he w

't want to talk to me after being denied. I hit the backspace on that.

nyone, but I can be much more f

ink face to be flirty or edgy or whatev

e books? Tell me your favorite

few seconds lat

p, say yes, and I

panic. No b

those who wait.” I set my phone down and let out a squ

old as in it smelled like a library. It probably hadn’t been opened in twenty years.

dered to myself, staring at the fake

er. Goodnight.” The mess

e last word. It doesn’t seem too desperate, girl.’ I re