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Hot Chocolate Dreams
Chapter 8 - Hot Chocolate Stranger Hug
"Hello..." I sang to the 4th person in the mall. She looked at me like I was a weirdo. I smiled. I quickly took a picture of her and myself and ran away before she called security. I texted Justin, saying I sang to the 4th person.
Haha, gud. 6 mooooore!!! o wat was the ladys reaction??
-Justin Biebelll
I sighed and texted back. Stupid boy... He was enjoying the mall and the food court while I'm stuck talking - I'm sorry, SINGING to strangers.
u suk. alot. alotalot. she was lyk - WTF?! GET DA F**K AWAY FROM ME!!!! XD lolz u still suk.
-Anabel: U SUK. AGAIN.
I tightened my grip on my phone as I looked for a person who won't kill me or call security if I sang to them. I spotted a tallish boy with a black fringe with super bright blue eyes. He looked really bored by the fountain, so I walked over to him.
"Helloooo," I sang, smiling a fake smile, "how is your daaaaay?" He looked at me blankly, then his eyes changed into a fierce glare. His blue eyes had an angry spark as he stood up, towering over me. *Ah crap, holy shit, omfg, HE'S GONNA KIIIIILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
"What the f**k is that? Some joke? Is that how you f**king treat new kids in this town? Acting like a stupid innocent little girl??"
"Hey, calm down!!" I squeaked, trying really hard not to stutter nervously. I cleared my throat. "My friend's helping me get ready for a talent show and singing to strangers to also help get over my stage fright thing." He still glared at me. I really hated it when people got pissed off for no reason, so... "QUIT GLARING AT ME! I already apologized. Geezuz lord!!" Just then, the glare disappeared and a smirk lit up on his face. Now it was my turn to glare. "What are you smirking about?" Stupid bipolar weirdo.
"If everyone treats me like this, this town might not be so bad."
"W-Huh?" I asked, so utterly confused.
"You're cute," he said, winking. I couldn't help but blush. He started walking away.
"Wait!"
"What? Just because i called you cute doesn't mean-"
"No, it doesn't have to do anything about that! My friend needs a picture of us so I can prove I sang to you."
He smirked again, "Whatever." He wrapped his arms around me, causing me to blush and I made the camera click. Smirky (my nickname 4 him. yea crappy nickname sue me) didn't let go.
"Uh, it's done."
"I know. It's just really nice hugging you," he whispered into my ear. My face heated up.
"U-Um... Stranger person AKA Smirky, uh I'm in 8th grade," I said, hoping that would make him let go.
"I'm in 8th grade, too."
"W-Huh?????"
"Held back a year. Going to Halington. Hope to see you there," he whispered, obviously smirking. He let go, leaving me feel so very cold. I turned around and saw that he had disappeared into the crowd. I touched my face, seeing that it was still super hot. Who-? Wha-? Huh-??????
Haha, gud. 6 mooooore!!! o wat was the ladys reaction??
-Justin Biebelll
I sighed and texted back. Stupid boy... He was enjoying the mall and the food court while I'm stuck talking - I'm sorry, SINGING to strangers.
u suk. alot. alotalot. she was lyk - WTF?! GET DA F**K AWAY FROM ME!!!! XD lolz u still suk.
-Anabel: U SUK. AGAIN.
I tightened my grip on my phone as I looked for a person who won't kill me or call security if I sang to them. I spotted a tallish boy with a black fringe with super bright blue eyes. He looked really bored by the fountain, so I walked over to him.
"Helloooo," I sang, smiling a fake smile, "how is your daaaaay?" He looked at me blankly, then his eyes changed into a fierce glare. His blue eyes had an angry spark as he stood up, towering over me. *Ah crap, holy shit, omfg, HE'S GONNA KIIIIILL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
"What the f**k is that? Some joke? Is that how you f**king treat new kids in this town? Acting like a stupid innocent little girl??"
"Hey, calm down!!" I squeaked, trying really hard not to stutter nervously. I cleared my throat. "My friend's helping me get ready for a talent show and singing to strangers to also help get over my stage fright thing." He still glared at me. I really hated it when people got pissed off for no reason, so... "QUIT GLARING AT ME! I already apologized. Geezuz lord!!" Just then, the glare disappeared and a smirk lit up on his face. Now it was my turn to glare. "What are you smirking about?" Stupid bipolar weirdo.
"If everyone treats me like this, this town might not be so bad."
"W-Huh?" I asked, so utterly confused.
"You're cute," he said, winking. I couldn't help but blush. He started walking away.
"Wait!"
"What? Just because i called you cute doesn't mean-"
"No, it doesn't have to do anything about that! My friend needs a picture of us so I can prove I sang to you."
He smirked again, "Whatever." He wrapped his arms around me, causing me to blush and I made the camera click. Smirky (my nickname 4 him. yea crappy nickname sue me) didn't let go.
"Uh, it's done."
"I know. It's just really nice hugging you," he whispered into my ear. My face heated up.
"U-Um... Stranger person AKA Smirky, uh I'm in 8th grade," I said, hoping that would make him let go.
"I'm in 8th grade, too."
"W-Huh?????"
"Held back a year. Going to Halington. Hope to see you there," he whispered, obviously smirking. He let go, leaving me feel so very cold. I turned around and saw that he had disappeared into the crowd. I touched my face, seeing that it was still super hot. Who-? Wha-? Huh-??????