"I hate that nickname you gave me."
He crossed his hands and looked as seriously as possible.
He looked at me sourly and tried to convince me that you don't like the nickname I gave you.
But see in your eyes that you like it.
That you lie.
You love it when I call you with that name.
Don't you, mister hot stuff?
Oh, you should've seen your face when I said it.
You brightened up.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Lies A Boy Tells You
RandomHe lied to me. He lied several times. Sometimes with good intentions, Sometimes to come out better himself. Yet he lied. Recognizable? Let me know in this book. WARNING TO ALL THE GIRLS/ BOYS WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH A BOY: THEY LIE
