CHAPTER THIRTY SIX:
//CHANDRA MARGARET //
As I was on my way to school, I stop walking when a familiar motorcycle passed in front of me. I frown and shout at the top of my lungs. "MAVERICK!!!" Oh, cheese. I shouldn't called him by his second name.
The moment he parked his motorcycle, I knew that he will scold me. I sigh before approaching him. He take off his helmet and run his hands through his wet hair. I find it sexy when he did that...Hey! I shouldn't find him sexy! Gosh! I shake my head so my brain will stop workshipping his looks.
"What do you want?" He arrogantly ask. I pout and scratch my head. I don't know how I will say my words---- "Talk before----"
"I heard that you'll be staying in our house----"
"That's none of your business---"
"Hey! I'm the sister! It's part of my business----"
"So what do you wa
