You're given 0.7 seconds to decide what to do when the most popular boy waltzes up to you and starts throwing pick up lines at you. What would you choose?
a) Slap him
b) Throw a sarcastic remark at him
c) Walk away
If you were like those daring s...
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"i might have come off as a creepy stalker"
"Iris."
I bit my lip and muttered softly, "No, no, no, no."
He's still here. Every day for the last three weeks, he'd come with a pickup line. Then last week, he'd been trying to add my Instagram and Snapchat. I'd kept ignoring it but nothing. A whole month of that and it's a miracle I haven't gotten a B on any tests.
I did not bother to even glance up, already knowing who it was. I began packing up my things and standing up. I almost dropped my pencil in the process but I quickly caught my fingers.
This time, he came earlier. So if I were to leave to my locker. I would have to sit there forever to wait for the bell to ring.
"Iris. I need to apologise."
That sentence made me stop. "What?"
"I've been acting not myself for the past two-three weeks and I just want to be friends," Carson spoke and he actually sounded sincere. I didn't know popular people had a sincere side to them. Unless he's acting and trying to fool me. Does that make me gullible? No, it doesn't because I technically worked out that he was acting. Is he acting? I'm so confused.
"F-Friends?" I stuttered, pulling back a strand of loose baby hair behind my ear. Even with my hair tied in a low pony, it still got in my eyes.
He faltered a little before nodding. "Sure. Friends."
He paused. Why did he pause? Is he lying? He can't be lying. I know because he's a great liar. He's lied to teachers all the time and he successfully avoided detention.
"Okay." I nodded, pausing for a few seconds, waiting for it to seep in.
Friends.
That can't be true.
Definitely not true.
"Are you okay? You seem pale."
I shook my head. "Friends?"
"Yes, friends."
Oh, my God. He wants to be friends. Friends. With. Me. My brain has stopped working. Friends. Friends. Friends. With. Me. Friends. Me. Carson López. Friends. Me.
Carson López wants to be friends with me. This has to be blackmail.
"Okay." I paused. "Bye bye." I turned to walk off, but he grabbed my forearm.
He's touching me. Why was he touching me?
"Wait."
Why is he telling me to wait? Why is he touching me? Oh, my God. Someone help. Why won't he leave me alone? What if someone has a camera? What if the person's taking pictures. Oh, my god. And recording! That is not good.
