“WHAT ARE YOU
DOING?” the water that Holly hold spilled on my shirt. That isn’t funny Holly
Molly. “I bought this shirt for 400U$D and now you ruined it. You are so
clumsy! Urgh!” this shirt’s price was actually 20U$D but Holly was too clumsy.
She don’t even care about my shirt.
“I’m sorry
Miss Chloe. This is an accident.” She asked for forgiveness.
“Once you
made me mad. Then, there’s not ‘forgiveness’ for you.” I walked to my room and
slammed the door.
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“Yo pretty
queen.” Bertie reproved me. He called me ‘queen’. Wow Bertie, that’s so funny.
“That’s funny.
Ha-ha-ha.” I act like I’m giggling.
“Oh yeah?
Haha, by the way Austin asked me for your number.” I interrupts.
“Did you give
him my number?!”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Cause you’ll
mad at me right?” I raised my eyebrow. Why must I mad at him? If Austin texted
me it will means lovely.
“I wont mad
at you.”
“Seriously?”
He asked me for confirmation.
“Why must I
mad at you? Isn’t Austin is lovely?” I started to imagine me and Austin are
having a date. Wow, seriously so sweet aw.
“Okay then, I gave him your number.” He
smiled at me. He said that he don’t even give Austin my number? This rich kid
is weird.
“Huh? Don’t get
it.”
“I’m afraid if
you get mad at me. So, I told you that I didn’t give him your number. And, here’s
chocolate from the canteen guy. You got so many fans. Haha.” He gave me a
chocolate. Canteen guy? The hot one? The guy with blonde hair and wow. This
school is fascinating. I got fans and this kind of buddie.
“Bertie, how
old was the canteen guy?” I asked Bertie with smile on my face.
“I don’t know.
Hey, Chloe. Wanna hang out after school?”
“Hang out?”
“Yes hang out.
With me, at the city.” Bertie asked me to hang out with him.
“Okay. Seems
cool, I’m gonna ask my driver first.” I smiled at Bertie.
“Driver? Hey
you fake queen, no car allowed.”
“No car
allowed???”
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“WHAT?!!!” My
mouth slightly open when I saw Bertie and his motorbike. I’m rich girl, he’s a
rich guy. scooter wasn’t fit to us. I mean, me!
“Why?”
“Scooter?” I
raised my right eyebrow. Seriously he’scrazy.
“Come on!” he
gave me one of the helmets.
“No way! I’m
going home.”
“Aw, come on,
Chloe. You must feel the experience riding a scooter. With me.” Riding a
scooter huh? No way buddie.
“Two letters,
one vowel. NO.”
“Austin likes
girl riding scooter.” I looked the Bertie. What is it? Austin likes girl who
riding a scooter?
“Okay! I’ll follow you!”
>To be continued