"Do I scare you?" he whispered, his breath tickling across my cheeks. "No." I answered, simply, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. "Wrong answer..."
Who would find a interest in some guys in hoodies formed like a gang in the the street in the middle of the night and oh wa--
O fudge call the police
I had to read that my freshman year of high school... I got a headache. I'm sure I may like reading it for my own pleasure though. Maybe...