t to put on her head

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e face. Behind him were two of his friends that in order to give Aiden some privacy, had turned their backs to him and chatted

ybe it was because Jasmine was her friend that nobody dared to talk to her, for Jasmine even though having that mommy attitude, happened to be quite the aggressive little muffin who thanks to her father's boxing gym that she frequently used, the girl knew how to fight and fought like a hawk when provoked. After breaking a guy's nose from the basketball t

der couldn't help but think... Is he talk

gentle, yet Ryder tensed a bit, be it because of embarras

as just a short word or she wouldn't know how to handle

ye contact. Is he being shy? "So I was talking with my friends earlier an

red that he was interested or annoyed that he didn't know since they had been in the same class

ntract. What the fuck? Her eyes widened. God, I messed up m

el. He looked sweet, so cute, so perfect and the laughter didn't sound li

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turn into a frog yet. It was such thought that stirred up a warmth in her stomach and Ryder found herself paling in her heart. Oh no! I'm

erself for rambling like this was overwhelming. Now he will think I am stupid and laugh his ass off at me, Ryder

chuckled and left or something like that, Ryder wasn't really paying attention after he called her cute. Her whole body froze and she forgot

ompliments felt like someone had thrown a grenade in her hands, being blow

er.exe stopped

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e soon with Ryder, the headless chicken walked back to her house. With every time that sentenced repeated, a monkey like grin would appear on her face scaring people ou

h no other option left her parents had left Ryder home alone for a couple of days. They would be back the day after tomorrow. Ryder didn't mind. Actually, quite the contrary... she was enjoying it to her heart

many people she could hang out with and there was even less desire to hang out, Ryder loved to spend her free time by undertaking new pro

hammers, clay and cement, iron rods, brushes, paint, random scraps and pieces of wood or plastics, and God knows what else all around the place. It was a nightmare. The lovely green grass had been stomped to that degree of ceasing to exist, the flowers her mother had planted with so much love either had faded