The Bad Girl Stole My Boxers
"And how do you know it was me?" She said throwing in a quick little smirk, refusing to admit what she did.
"I need them, now give them back!" I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Oh, but poor Dylan. What makes YOU think that I am going to be giving anything back? Especially when I did absolutely NOTHING wrong, hmm?" She said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh for the love of God, just give 'em." I said, an annoyed look on my face.
"Hmmm... let me see....... nope." She said, turning around to shut her locker. "I have no reason to. And plus, who wears pink and red heart & butterfly designed boxers? I mean, I could blackmail you so hard with the--"
I covered her mouth before anyone could hear her talking about me and my boxers like that in front of the school.
"Would you please shut up!?" I whisper-yelled. I felt a smirk form on her lips from under my hand, as she easily swiped my hand away.
"Alright, Sawyer. Let's make a deal." She said.