As wewe head out to the chilly spring day, once wewe had finshed up your mid term test. wewe wait outside for him. The door from the building opens with force as he walks out. wewe turn on your heels and follow him.
"Did wewe cheat off me?" wewe speak from behind him. He looks back at you, then keeps on walking.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"I know." He said, not looking back.
"Then why aren't wewe answering-"
"Because, the answer won't matter, either way." He finally stops, and turns around to look at you.
"It might."
"No it won't, if I cheated off you, wewe wouldn't ripoti me, anyways."
"What makes wewe so sure of that?" Your facial expression is firm, inaonyesha no weakness.
"Just am." He half smiles, and turns around, and heads off, leaving you.
Your green eyes watch from afar at the moving Lacrosse player's back, which said, "House". House.. wewe think to yourself, and can't help but give a tiny smirk. The game had gone kwa fast, surprisingly. Michigan had won, which is strangely odd, because they never win. Of course, wewe wouldn't know, because the only reason wewe came here was to see him. He sees you, walking off the bleachers and heading to leave. As wewe walk on the grassy land, trying to head towards the cement past, wewe feel a grip on your arm. What do wewe do? wewe turn around, of course.
"Yes?" wewe swali him.
"What are wewe doing here?"
"Well, I was clearly watching the game, I figured as smart as wewe are, wewe could have guess that."
"I've never seen wewe here before."
wewe pause. Wait, is he still touching you? wewe look down at the shakey loose grip he has on your arm, and then look back up. His hand quickly vanishes until it's at his side.
"I heard wewe sucked, so I wanted to come, and quitely mock you." wewe lie.
"So, you've been talking about me."
Now, wewe blush, which is not good, not good at all.
"What? No." Again, wewe lie.
He gives a somewhat nodd and turns around, and heads off, leaving you, yet again.
TBC.
"Did wewe cheat off me?" wewe speak from behind him. He looks back at you, then keeps on walking.
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"I know." He said, not looking back.
"Then why aren't wewe answering-"
"Because, the answer won't matter, either way." He finally stops, and turns around to look at you.
"It might."
"No it won't, if I cheated off you, wewe wouldn't ripoti me, anyways."
"What makes wewe so sure of that?" Your facial expression is firm, inaonyesha no weakness.
"Just am." He half smiles, and turns around, and heads off, leaving you.
Your green eyes watch from afar at the moving Lacrosse player's back, which said, "House". House.. wewe think to yourself, and can't help but give a tiny smirk. The game had gone kwa fast, surprisingly. Michigan had won, which is strangely odd, because they never win. Of course, wewe wouldn't know, because the only reason wewe came here was to see him. He sees you, walking off the bleachers and heading to leave. As wewe walk on the grassy land, trying to head towards the cement past, wewe feel a grip on your arm. What do wewe do? wewe turn around, of course.
"Yes?" wewe swali him.
"What are wewe doing here?"
"Well, I was clearly watching the game, I figured as smart as wewe are, wewe could have guess that."
"I've never seen wewe here before."
wewe pause. Wait, is he still touching you? wewe look down at the shakey loose grip he has on your arm, and then look back up. His hand quickly vanishes until it's at his side.
"I heard wewe sucked, so I wanted to come, and quitely mock you." wewe lie.
"So, you've been talking about me."
Now, wewe blush, which is not good, not good at all.
"What? No." Again, wewe lie.
He gives a somewhat nodd and turns around, and heads off, leaving you, yet again.
TBC.