❝BITCH PLEASE, I DON'T SIMPLY BRUSH MY HAIR. I COMB IT. THERE IS A DIFFERENCE.❞
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And it was...a wild cupcake!
Jokes, it was another wild hot boy. In front of you stood the one...the only...baby beta Dunbar!
"I'm...melting..." You choked out, pretending to melt into the floor. Liam just looked a little worried but shrugged it off and walked away.
Before he could get far though, you called out to him.
"What kind of guy just leaves a melting girl\boy in the middle of the preserve?" You asked with your mouth wide open. How rude!
"...Me?..." All you done was gave him a blank stare. What a gentleman, leaving someone as awesome as me in the middle of the preserve.
You got up on your feet and wiped the dirt from your jeans while glaring at Liam. He is hot.
"Is it normal for hot guys around here to randomly walk around the woods at this time of the night?" You panted, still out of breath form running after the imaginary chicken nugget.
"Pretty much." The boy replied. You had decided that his nickname was hot guy number 36. You knew that you were probably going to do this to any guy around your age in Beacon Hills.
