How could anyone be this immature and dumb? If he knew he wasn't going to do anything, why had he made me feel that way? What was his problem? And wait, did I care? How could I have shut my eyes, and had probably been expecting a kiss? Was I stupid? Furious, I threw a punch against his tummy, and he tripped backwards, holding his tummy. "Moron," I choked out. "Ow, what was that for?" He groaned. "Did I lie by saying you aren't my type? I mean, you'll never give me a chance in your life, will you?" I hissed. "Let's go and have dinner. I've got no time for your craziness. And, see who's talking about types? For your info, you're not even close to being my type. You're a rag to me." "P-Pardon?" He widened his eyes at me. "Let's go, dude. Can't keep on wasting my time here," I added, and walked to his car, leaving him standing like a candle. Yes
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