Amelia’s POV:
After the drinking game, Nash has been trying to talk to me for the past 3 days and I don’t think he’s going to let up on it anytime soon.
I was just minding my own business just writing some song lyrics when he came up and sat down next to me.
“Do you mind?” I asked with much attitude.
“Ah no, I’m fine but thanks for asking.”
I just rolled my eyes. Doesn’t this jerk understand that I don’t want him here.
“What are you doing?”
“Writing.”
“Writing what.” he asked.
“Words.” I said with a smirk on my face.
“Oh cool.” he said.
“Yep.” I said.
“Well, do you wanna go on a date with me?”
I can’t believe he just asked me that. Doesn’t he take a hint.
“No.”
“Why not?” he asked looking like a lost puppy with those big blue eyes.
“Because I’m writing.”
“Oh okay.” he said sadly then got up to leave.
“Finally.” I muttered under my breath.
I suddenly felt someone tap my shoulder, I looked to see who it was but no one was there. Out of nowhere my song book was snatched out of my hands and I saw those blue eyes staring right back at me.
“Nash, give me back my book.” I demanded.
“No.” he said.
This kid was really getting on my nerves.
“Nash.” I said keeping my temper under control. “Give me back the book.”
“Go on a date with me.”
“No.”
“Then you don’t get your book back.”
“Fine.” I agreed.
“Really?” he asked surprised.
“Yes. But I hope you know I only said yes because you have my book.”
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My absolutely cliché life
FanfictionMeet Chloe Marie Smith, a 15 year girl that couldn't be any more cliché;she's the head cheerleader, straight A student, blonde, rich, smart, pretty, and rich. Chloe and her boyfriend, who happens to be the captain of the football team, rule the scho...