Oh Breanna. Sometimes I worried about her. Like now,there was a good-looking new kid,with not a scratch on him,and she just had to have a piece of him. She got up from ae table,doing the awkward walk-frolic thing she always did,and said in her sweetest voice 'Hi,my name's Breanna,but you can call me Yours.' I shook my head. Are girls even aloud to use pick up lines?! I didnt know,but they shouldn't.
Though he laaughed,a throaty manly chuckle,and said,'I'm Brandon.' She led him to are table. Oh my god. He was gorgeous enough to be a Hollister model! He had messy light brown hair and the brightest of green eyes. When she got to are table she said,'Desi!! Meet Brandon!!',showing him off like a prize. In a hushed tone I muttered 'Urm,hi.' I swear I was blushing. Instead of replying he smiled, a crooked,perfect smile. He was attractive,and he knew it. My mind began wondering on how he died. Did somebody kill him for being so gorgeous?
