Hey Dominic Beckham, Let's Play Date √
I don't date dummies and this is your lesson number one. You can stop if the crush you have on me just evaporated." He shrugged and I shook my head.
I continued to look for the words and wrote the whole thing again.
He stood up and came forward to take a look.
"How much did you say you are going to pay me?"
"$150, every week."
"Forget that payment. I'll date you." He said dryly and my eyes went wide with shock.
"I do accept your offer but I won't tolerate some habits. And you said something about making me happy?"
I nodded. All this was just like a dream.
"I give you three months to prove that. If you make me happy and have lots of fun, we'll continue. And that fact that you're always on the bottom line and you look like you enjoy it, you better stop that. So it's three months trials."
"I'll definitely try. I always do my best but the professors don't appreciate my good work." I pouted and he just stared at me.
"Good work my dirty ass, fail in English and history and you stand here and tell me you try your best." He chuckled.
"I'll work harder next time."
He took the original letter and placed it inside his back pocket, walking to the door.
He stopped and chuckled to himself.
"Writing me a love letter? That was cute." He said in a sotto voice before he left and I stood there blushing like an idiot.
Love was reading their story but heartbreak wrote it.
HEY DOMINIC BECKHAM, LET'S PLAY DATE
Lovely reading guys