Chapitre 3: Chapter 3
I ran out the house an went to the one place that always made me feel better. The Bar. I walked up to the counter and ordered a beer. A devilish waitress walked up to me and look me over, as if she was checking my 'goods' out.
"Hey Handsome, here only?"
I looked her over, while I put on a confused look.
"Is something wrong, handsome, if there is I can make it better."
She touched my leg, and I grabbed her wrist. She looked at me sheepishly and pouted.
"No, there's nothing wrong," I put on a charming smile and she blushed. "I'm just wondering if I should call you a slut or a whore."
I pushed her to the ground and she looked completely shocked. Someones laughter brought her out of it, and we both turned. But I already knew the voice it was....Scott's. And like I predicted there he was with one of his pantie dropping smiles. I knew he would rush to the girls aid because Scott is the perfect gentleman and that's what made him so annoying to me.
But to my surprise he did the complete opposite.....
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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