Blow His Head Smoove Off Meme Novels & Stories

My body trembling with how much it hurts as I try to remember something else. And surprisingly, the image that comes to my face is Caramel. The way he looks at me when he thinks I don't know, and how he blushes. It makes me smile. "What's funny?" I look up at him, another image of someone else filling my head "That you punch like a fucking pussy and that sucks. 'Cause pussies can't punch" I get a punch to my face, a low grunt leaving my lips as my head blinds with red, blood piling up in my mouth as I cough it out, my breaths becoming harder and harder with each gasp.

He looked down smiling for a while before looking back up and his face expression changing. “No way I’m hell. I do not blush.” He said. “Oh well, you just did.” I told him laughing. “Fuck, you make me do things that I don’t know if it’s normal for me to do.” He said hitting his head with his hand. “It’s normal babe.” I told him laughing. I put my hands in my tummy and rubbed it as I laughed. “It’s not normal for a man to blush.” He said sternly. “Well you just did babe.” I told him and he just a gave up, pouting.

Blaze denied it plainly, even as he continued to smile, continued to tease. “Yes, you are!” He scoffed a laugh, incredulous as he used that same outstretched arm to wave up and down his frame, insisting he take a look for himself. “Just look at you! You’re practically glowing.” Blaze shook his head with a laugh and insisted that no, he wasn’t. That wasn’t what he was doing at all. “I’m just... celebrating.” He shrugged it off and let his arms fall back to his sides, his hand hovering near his pool cue with an offer. “But if you want to do something about that...” He lifted a daring brow, his smile slipping into an easy, lazy smirk as he said, “You can. We can go again right now-“

He stood up and opened the top button of his shirt as he looked at me smirking. Is he planning to strip? "And what exactly you'd be doing?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making me want to shave it. "Why are you... blushing?" You are Idiot! "That's not blushing. Its the urge to shave your eyebrows and throw you in the pool." I said sarcastically. It was true though. The jerk knew what strings to pull to make me want to choke him till death. His brown orbs bored in my black one as he took a step toward me. The smirk never leaving his face. "You won't want to say it again!" He muttered in the same voice, like he did on my first day.

He was completely taken aback from what I did, so aback that his smirk fell and his eyes were slightly in shock. "Is that all you got?" I said softly. "Now it's my turn," I said. I freed myself from his hold on my hair. I head-butted the guy from behind, causing him to let me go in an instant and hold his head. I then turned around and side kicked him to the head; he fell instantly on the ground, he ain't going to get up from that.

I watch Emily’s smile get wiped from her face as she tries to respond to his statement, opening her mouth and again closing it back like a fish. “So, do us a favor and kindly just fuck off before you embarrass yourself further. Even though it’s kind of evident that rubbing your nose in people’s business is kind of your thing. Kindly go back to sucking off losers like you always do” Blaze tuts mockingly with a pitiful expression on his face before he drags me away with him, leaving Emily shunned to the core, and instantly déjà vu hits me.

Don't want to be gassed by you Sam: I am so close to blocking you, nerd * sends huff angry emoji a dozen times * Me: Try blocking the gas tubes instead XD Sam: * inserts middle finger * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Solene's flinched when I ordered the annoying brat to get his foot off the puck. “Noah, no need to be hostile, he's new and trying to fit in.” Solene whined. “How is that my fucking business?” The new guy had a calm smile on his face. “Is something funny to you?” I snapped at him. This dude doesn't know who he's messing with. “Can't a guy smile anymore?, or do you own the school?” He retorted, still smiling. I threw the stick to the ground and it made a loud clank.

The guy is small for a human, but not small enough to be knocked on his ass by those watered down cocktails. As I continue to watch, Blondie sways again. Douche Two slings an arm over his shoulder and pulls Blondie forward until his curls are practically buried in the guy’s armpit. Ugh. Douche One taps Blondie’s cheek, saying something I can’t hear even with shifter hearing. When Blondie does nothing but mumble and burrow his face closer, Douche Two smirks and his buddies mimic the expression. Douche One tilts his head toward the back door. His buddies nod.

he blustered. What the f*ck is wrong with him? I shut my eyes close, heaving a deep breath before staring back at him. Slowly, my lips tighten and the margin of it rolled in, proving that I can’t take this jerk anymore. I held a grip on my bag, and without further ado, I then hit him on his head with the use of my bag, earning a constant “aww!” from every beat I made as if it was kinda’ awful and dreadful. Psh!