So...I Like The Badboy
[SEQUEL TO I DON'T LIKE BADBOYS...SERIOUSLY. I recommend that you read that first, because major spoilage alert, but who am I to tell you what to do?]
For socially awkward Cathy, talking to boys is a challenge, let alone dating the bad boy. Having finished high school without successfully working out how to kiss, the relationship is guaranteed to be an awkward one.
With them taking separate paths and meeting new people, the differences between them become even more obvious, and the tightrope they've been balancing on is starting to sway.
"So, are you going to tell me why you're giving me seventeen apples?" I mumbled, lifting the bag slightly to examine the red apples.
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away," he beamed proudly.
"He's not a doctor yet."
"I'm going away for fourteen days. Why seventeen?"
"Well, this guy seems particularly persistent, so I'm going to give you three extra apples to really keep him away."