Effys POV
"Hi. I'm tate. Wanna hook-up?"
I heard, turning around to see a tall boy. Blonde hair, to be honest. He was such a beautiful sight. But at the moment, that didn't matter.
"Erm- pardon me?"
I arched an eyebrow as I set my bags down and folded my arms, looking up at the boys dark eyes.
"Let me say this again." He purposely cleared his throat and began to speak again.
"Hi. I'm tate. Wanna hook-up?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Listen wanker. Why would I want to 'hook-up' with someone who just randomly enters my room. You could be.. A murderer or something."
The boy let out a light chuckle and looked at the ground.
"What? What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Tate shook his head and looked back down at me.
"You're accent's cute." He admitted.
I shook my head and sat down on the edge my my bed.
"Care for a spliff?" I asked him, taking out one and placing it between my lips. Lighting the end of it with my lighter.
He shrugged his shoulders,
"Sure."
He sat down beside me and watched as I took a drag, then exhaling the smoke into perfect rings.
Tates POV
She was truly beautiful.
I just don't think she could see it.
I watched as she blew the smoke up into the air into perfect rings.
Her face expression showed.. Toughness. No fucks to give.
But her eyes.. Her eyes spoke sadness.
Like nothing she ever did.. Was good enough.
This is probably the stupidest thing ever.
But, it feels like I already know her.
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Sorry this chapter was short!!
Love you, wankers.
