I look at him, surprised that he even asked me the question. Can't he see who is he talking to? Guys are weird. "no idea." I said, eventually.
Two eyebrows raised high, unfazed. I have a feeling that he didn't believe me.
"Really? You must be picky." He smirks. Boys.
I said nothing.
"You're cute..." He said as an afterthought.
I sigh heavily. "That means nothing" because I'm a freak and a very bad person. I add internally.
"Come one, there must be someone." He pried.
"no." I said, with finality.
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meh, no wonder I'm still single.
How is my first person POV writing, any good? *grin
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