“So what did you really come here for? Is it for a kiss-”
“As if I would snog you, you would taste like a library” Duncan quickly butts in. I would not want to kiss Duncan anyway. Look at him. He is so...Duncan. Immaturity is in his blood.
“ I would rather kiss a tyre,” I say pointing towards my dad's expensive car's tyre. But I could not hide the hurt in my voice. Unluckily for me, Duncan spotted it. I don't like Duncan, it is just he is not my type. He is a sick little perv and...
“Look I know you want me, so stop playing hard to get,” he said. I was so not playing hard to get. I just don't like him he has got to accept that.
“ For your information, Duncan, I don't like you. And I'm not playing hard to get. Us being together is so impossible you are just so childish and you should really do something to your hair-" I stop talking when I realise he was not paying any attention. Typical of Duncan. Sometimes I just want to kick him where it hurts so hard. I hate him.
Why is he still standing here? Is he that dumb that he does not get the message that I despise him! Although his company is kind of OK, it was boring at home anyway. He has beautiful eyes though. I did not mean that! His eyes are so... I don't care about him, or his eyes. Especially as he was not listening to my speech of criticism.
“Were you even listening?!” I yell. But I already know the answer. I don't care if the neighbourhood can hear me. Serves him right.
“Nope. I was staring at your nunga. When are you finally going to reveal yourself?” Duncan asks. He. Is. So. Dead. But there was no point, he is so not worth my time.
“ You are sick perv!” I scream. I slam the door in front of him. So unbelievable.
Duncan is not my type. He is so annoying. He think he is so cool because he is a delinquent and how he is so bad ass. and everything. He pushes my buttons and invades my privacy. I HATE DUNCAN! But I also...
“As if I would snog you, you would taste like a library” Duncan quickly butts in. I would not want to kiss Duncan anyway. Look at him. He is so...Duncan. Immaturity is in his blood.
“ I would rather kiss a tyre,” I say pointing towards my dad's expensive car's tyre. But I could not hide the hurt in my voice. Unluckily for me, Duncan spotted it. I don't like Duncan, it is just he is not my type. He is a sick little perv and...
“Look I know you want me, so stop playing hard to get,” he said. I was so not playing hard to get. I just don't like him he has got to accept that.
“ For your information, Duncan, I don't like you. And I'm not playing hard to get. Us being together is so impossible you are just so childish and you should really do something to your hair-" I stop talking when I realise he was not paying any attention. Typical of Duncan. Sometimes I just want to kick him where it hurts so hard. I hate him.
Why is he still standing here? Is he that dumb that he does not get the message that I despise him! Although his company is kind of OK, it was boring at home anyway. He has beautiful eyes though. I did not mean that! His eyes are so... I don't care about him, or his eyes. Especially as he was not listening to my speech of criticism.
“Were you even listening?!” I yell. But I already know the answer. I don't care if the neighbourhood can hear me. Serves him right.
“Nope. I was staring at your nunga. When are you finally going to reveal yourself?” Duncan asks. He. Is. So. Dead. But there was no point, he is so not worth my time.
“ You are sick perv!” I scream. I slam the door in front of him. So unbelievable.
Duncan is not my type. He is so annoying. He think he is so cool because he is a delinquent and how he is so bad ass. and everything. He pushes my buttons and invades my privacy. I HATE DUNCAN! But I also...
