Ana: 'He is sooo fucking hot...' You grinned as you stared at your phone. 'Come on K- he is!' You laughed as you saw Kris roll his eyes at you .
Kris: Ana, you have the WORST taste in guys ever.' Kris smirked as he snatched your phone from your hands. 'Let's see this lucky guy shall we?'
Ana: Kris- GIVE MY PHONE BACK.' You laughed as Kris held it high above himself.
Kris: I'm 1.85m girl - you can only reach me in your dreams.' Kris laughed as he tried to see who you were talking to. 'Melovin? Is that his name?' Kris asked with a tone of sarcasm in his voice.
Ana: 'Yes. Do you have a problem with his name?' You laughed as you finally grabbed your phone back. 'He is a really good singer. You should watch out- he'll steal your Teamkris away.' You joked as you saw Kris show you his middle finger with a grin.
Kris: 'Not going to happen- they're the best.' Kris pulled his stupid cocky smirk that made you always feel like throwing a pillow at him.
Ana: 'Okay? Are you done flirting with yourself.' You grinned as you turned your attention back to your phone. 'I think he's cute. And it's not you that's dating him is it?' You laughed as Kris sat down on the corner of your bed. You sat down next to him and started typing something.
Kris: 'Anyway- have you even met the guy?' Kris asked.
Ana: 'Not yet, but we were talking about grabbing coffee later. Actually, can you give me a ride?' You smiled at Kris with your puppy-dog eyes and buried your face in his shoulder. 'Prettttty pleaaaaaase...' You laughed as you saw Kris roll his eyes and slowly nod.
Kris: 'You're such a weirdo Ana.' Kris laughed back as he grabbed his car keys. 'Okay, let's go then.'
Ana: 'Thank you.' You smiled as you followed your best friend out of your room.
*********
You could feel your heart beating faster as you got into Kris' car. It felt like someone was trying to possess your body and every inch of you craved touch. You saw Kris' reflection in the car window. He was looking at you but you didn't look back. You knew he would wouldn't like Mel. He was just like the last guy... typical bad boy. Hot. Mysterious. Unattainable.
But was it really your fault that you liked that? Was it really your fault that you always fell for the wrong guy?
