not my type // nate maloley
"he's not my type! he's just a bad boy anyways. oh! and he's a fuckboy!" I roll my eyes at my best friend. he laughs "Sammy seriously tho! why are you friends with him!?"
"because i am Sammy Wilk and i like to make friends with everyone so i can suss them out!" he laughs back.
i feel a hand on the small of my back. as i am about to turn around, the person, who's hand is still on the small of my back, grabbed my wrist and twisted me quickly towards them and smashed their soft lips onto mine. they pull back and i see who it is. It was the tall, brunette guy me and Sammy were talking about, shit!
"I'll make myself your type" he whispers in my ear. he winks at me then continues to walk away with his friends.