... Rumored to be a damn hot and sexy person. And yes, this guy in front of me is downright hot and sexy and cute and whatever, but to think that Ryan Stevenson would come to a local high school is just too absurd. I had heard from sis that he is supposed to go to London for high school so there is no way he would be here.
"Don't believe me?" he said.
"Of course!" I answered.
Is there even a need to ask? Isn't it obvious that I am not going to believed a word that he says?
"Young master, your class is about to start, please allow us to escort you to your classroom," a group of people suddenly appeared from behind us.
When are they here?
"They have been following us since then, if that's what you are thinking about," he said.
I have him a shocked look. He is mind-reading me?
"And I'd you think that I am mind-reading you, you are just thinking too much!" he chuckled.
He definitely is mind-reading me!
"Come on, Summer. We got to hurry up to our home room for lessons. It's about time," he said pulling me on my wrist again.
"I can.. I can walk on my own," I stuttered.
"Aren't you blushing right now? You look so cute when you blush," he commented.
Did he just said that I looked cute?
That is the first time I heard someone complimenting on my looks. And to think that it comes from someone like him... It got to be true right?
I blushed even deeper when his face inched down to look at me, stopping in his step as a result.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What am I doing? What does it seems like to you?" he asked, face inching more towards me.
He stops until our face is only an inch apart. "You are beautiful."
That was the last thing that I heard before I felt a tingling feeling on my lips.
My brain just cannot comprehend this.
My first kiss is stolen away by someone of such a high status, someone who is wanted by all the females in the world, someone who is just too beautiful to be real.
"I love you, Summer. Can you marry me?"
I got to be hearing things.
What the hell is wrong with my first day in high school?!
"Don't believe me?" he said.
"Of course!" I answered.
Is there even a need to ask? Isn't it obvious that I am not going to believed a word that he says?
"Young master, your class is about to start, please allow us to escort you to your classroom," a group of people suddenly appeared from behind us.
When are they here?
"They have been following us since then, if that's what you are thinking about," he said.
I have him a shocked look. He is mind-reading me?
"And I'd you think that I am mind-reading you, you are just thinking too much!" he chuckled.
He definitely is mind-reading me!
"Come on, Summer. We got to hurry up to our home room for lessons. It's about time," he said pulling me on my wrist again.
"I can.. I can walk on my own," I stuttered.
"Aren't you blushing right now? You look so cute when you blush," he commented.
Did he just said that I looked cute?
That is the first time I heard someone complimenting on my looks. And to think that it comes from someone like him... It got to be true right?
I blushed even deeper when his face inched down to look at me, stopping in his step as a result.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What am I doing? What does it seems like to you?" he asked, face inching more towards me.
He stops until our face is only an inch apart. "You are beautiful."
That was the last thing that I heard before I felt a tingling feeling on my lips.
My brain just cannot comprehend this.
My first kiss is stolen away by someone of such a high status, someone who is wanted by all the females in the world, someone who is just too beautiful to be real.
"I love you, Summer. Can you marry me?"
I got to be hearing things.
What the hell is wrong with my first day in high school?!
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