"Sup,babe." Jonah slams my locker close. I roll my eyes and face palm. "What Jonah?"
"My place at 3?" He smirked. "In your dreams, pretty boy." I open my locker again, this time putting my books away. "Did you just call me pretty?" Jonah smiled.
"Nope, I called you a egotistic dummy." I walk away, going to my car. I get in and Jonah's in my passenger seat.
"Jonah! GET THE HELL OUT!" I scream, but he covered my mouth. "Stop, people are gonna think I'm rapping you." Jonah scoffed.
I yanked his hand of my face and banged my head against my steering wheel. "Why do you hate me?" He asked. I look at him with disbelief, "JONAH! you're a fuck boy, I'm not into those type of guys. I'm not gonna let you, or anyone that I don't like take my virginity or even date me for that matter." I roll my eyes and open the car door for him to get out. He got the hint and got out, but not before planting his lips on mine and saying , "One step closer to being my girlfriend."
And for him to say this, he worked very hard let's just say that.
