just say it! / lynexa

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The second time I saw Alexa San Roman, she was trying to sneak out. Summer was almost over, and she was gunna be a junior. I had turned fifteen sometime in the middle of that summer, making a sophmore out of myself. It was obvious she wasn't coping well with that. She'd been keeping her distance with me-- it was almost as though she used that pickup line on me because she wasn't gunna be around long enough to get to know me.

I chuckled at the girl, stretching out the window. I heard a rip, and she whisper-screamed, "Shit!" which only cause me to laugh louder from my open window. She flicked me off as she swung her leg back into her room, quickly returning, wearing a new pair of nearly identical jeans and completing the most efficiently orchestrated escape I had ever seen.

Once out, she walked over and stared up at my window. She pulled a small nerf gun out of her bag and continuously shot up into my window, the red and black bullets forming a pile in the center of my room.

I walked to my window. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wanted your attention, beautiful."