Talk Naughty To Me
“your one of those girls aren’t you?” he asked. I don’t know what kind of girl he thinks I am and neither do I care. His just another arrogant asshole who’s been on my case since he came here.
“What kind of girl?” I asked out of curiosity. I was curious to see what kind of girl he thought I was, plus I’d like to see him describe me in his own words since he thinks he knows me, which I highly doubt.
“those girls who are smart but pretend they’re not, those girls who are absolutely model level gorgeous but are always saying they’re ugly,” he stated.
Gorgeous? Gorgeous? I hated compliments, I never had any idea of what to do with them.
“then I guess your one of those guys than, the obnoxious jerk who thinks he knows everything about everyone, when obviously his a selfish snob full of himself,” I snapped, my full lips turning into a cocky smirk as I walked away from him. Two can play this game, I thought.
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NoughtsandCrosses
There were a few errors in your prologue- the very first word is not capitalized. You could add more descriptions to it too. Overall, good start. Voted.
I agree with @breakingsam_and_dean about the capitalization. U should proof read! Theyre no major errors though! This is a good read! :DD Voted
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