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"Why? Are you scared the big bad stranger will hurt you?" I heard while I was walking away.
"Excuse me?" I asked shocked. I looked back at him and saw he had a big idiotic smirk plastered all across his face. I just wanted to slap it off and walk away laughing. But I couldn't. That meant that I would be considered scared of him. And I definitely wasn't. He was just a boy. It didn't matter he had the reputation he had. All boys wanted the same thing. And I'll be damned if he would get it from me.
I didn't watch all those soap-operas and those re-runs of Juno for nothing. I wasn't gonna be a teenage mother with a guy who couldn't keep it in his pants. I'll show him.
" Why should I be afraid? You look rather...geeky."
I watched as a multitude of feelings crossed his face. Anger, surprise, amusement and another one I couldn't identify. For now. At least, I got what I wanted.
Or not. This time there was an even bigger smirk on his face. I was boiling underneath and I was pretty sure my face looked like a tomato and smoke was coming out of my ears.
"I wouldn't know, now would I? I'm not the one who is the perfect child? Oh, want candy? Where's your stroller? Are you naturally this short or is this a more recent thing?" He said amused. He reeked of amusement. He truly looked like he was enjoying making my blood boil.
" At least I'm not as tall as a pole and geeky as hell!"
Oh my. Please tell me I didn't say that lame comeback out loud. Oh, he's laughing. So, I did. Gosh.
" Well if I'm so geeky then why are you so afraid? Coffee can't hurt. I saw you eying that Starbucks shop earlier." He was still smirking. Was there something on my face or what?
"Fine. One coffee then I'm going home. Humph."
I SO did not win this. Why was I acting like I was doing HIM a favour? HE was buying ME coffee. Oh well. I'm just a teenager.

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" So what are you doing here? I thought you didn't come at the mall.."
Wide eyed, I realized what I just said. I must have sounded like a stalker.
"I-i mean, I don't usually see you here. And I'm here a lot. Oh gosh. Not like I'm looking for you or anything... You know what? I'm just gonna shut up and let you answer before I bury myself any deeper." I said embarrassed. I was pretty sure that, by now, colour rushed to my cheeks and I was full-on blushing.
"Well, you're right. This isn't the kind of place where I come but you seemed so..real so I came here and realized that I wanted to talk to you. You're nothing like the girls at your school, or any other school for that matter. You're the only one who was brave enough to tell me to my face that you didn't know me. You do know me, right?" He asked me , cutting short his whole explanation.
I was so in awe, that I couldn't get my mouth to say something. So I just nodded.
"Well, he continued, that's pretty much why I came here. And you seem entertaining as hell. Short as you are, you got a lot of courage in you. I like that. So what's your name?"
Dude, you are SO not helping. If I wasn't blushing until now, I felt blood rush to my cheeks.
'Great. Why am I acting like such a first grader? Say something. Anything!'
"Tw-Twylor. We-well, um, thanks. But you're right about one thing. I know a lot of bad things about you and I swore that I'd never let myself come near you. But looking at you right now, there's nothing threatening about you. Care to explain the line of broken hearted girls at my school?"
"They weren't real. They were just faking it so that I could get in their pants and they would call their whole school in the morning to brag about what just happened. Not my type." He said seriously.
Why were all the girls making him the bad guy?
"Look, want to check my studio? I could show you where I spend most of my time and we could get to know each other better.
Remember the blood that stayed in my cheeks? Well, it rushed back to where it came from. I felt myself going pale and slightly shaking. Eyes wide, and mouth wide opened I was scared out of my mind. What if he wanted to rape me? Or kill me and then throw me on the side of the road chopped in pieces?
As soon as his lovely eyes landed on my face he seemed to realize what I understood.
"Whoa, chill. Not like that. I DO want to show you where I work and get to know each other better. As friends..."
"Oh! Okay" I said happily. I didn't even hear him mumble "for now" and leaned in to grab all my bags.
He went ahead and grabbed them all.
"Aww, thank you. But let me carry them. They ARE heavy, you know?" I felt guilty. Here he was, being the gentleman and I..well I was just me.
I tried to take them out of his hands but he just picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.
"AAAAhhhh! I'm afraid of heights!" I shrieked.
"Relax, I won't let you fall Twy"
'Great, I feel like a sack of potatoes.' I thought grouchily.