warning: very vulgar
++ 0 : hair tie
she fished her phone out of her pocket and plugged her earphones. sighing, she chose a song as she continued to walk towards her locker. her long blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, she felt air blew across her neck. she opened her lockers then out of the blue, someone untied her hair, pulling the tie downwards.
"what the fuck?!" she snapped.
she turned around and saw him.
"hi" he greeted, showing his pearly white million dollar smile.
"hi yourself, jerk. where the fuck is my hair tie?"
"awww, did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"i hate you." turning back at her locker, she added, "fuck off, i dont want to see you, fucking asshole." little did he know that she want to see him and she doesn't have any ounce of hate towards him; reverse psychology, probably what describes her.
"why do you hate me so much? i was just saying hi." he asked.
"you have a girlfriend anyway."
