022 / Bunny

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"That isn't a problem. Is it?" I shake my head no gently.

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"Come on." "Hmm?" "Lunch..." Bill mumbles intertwining his hand with mine.

"Why are you so worried about me?" He questions, I come out of my thoughts.

"I don't know. You're usually more flirty and stuff and recently you haven't." I shrug standing beside him in line.

"I hadn't noticed...bunny." He caresses my cheek gently. Making me shiver. "Aw. Your cheeks are red." He smirks pulling me closer, our faces inches apart.

"You look nice today. Where's my hoodie?" "I uh...I left it at home." He furrows his brows, using his thumb and pointer finger to hold my chin.

"You know why I gave it to you right?" I shake my head slowly. Not knowing if that is a good choice.

"To show others your mine. No ones got that one. Your special, remember? Number one on the list."

"Mmhmm." He examines my face carefully. "We don't want the others to think the opposite. Now, do we?"

"No..." I can tell my cheeks are burning a bright red by the smile on his face.

"Now tell me where it really is." "In my locker..." I mumble as he let's go of my chin. "Don't lie again." He smirks before walking to grab his food.

"Stanley.exe. Has shut down." Richie chuckles as he holds onto Beverly. "Shut up," I argue back, grabbing my food quickly.

"Don't wanna pop a button in those jeans...love." I turn away, trying to hide my red face.

I sit beside Bill as my complexion goes back to normal.

"You should've seen his face just now Bill," Richie smirks as I flip him off. Bill looks me up and down slowly. He chuckles gently.

Well. My face is red again.

"Hey, Bill...can we hang out later today?" Bill glances over at me. "Can't...sorry." His hand plants onto my leg. "Hanging our with bunny today."

I freeze up as the girl gives us a confused look before walking away.

"What's wrong bunny?" He grins. "You can't tell people that's what you call me," I mumble holding my head in my hands.

"Why not? They should know you're my number one." He pulls me closer. "That isn't a problem. Is it?" I shake my head no gently.

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