Kissing the Bad Boy
she hissed, taking her eyes off her book completely.
“Sorry,” I muttered and pointed to the book’s cover. “It’s written there on your book,”
“Mind your own business,” she covered the part with her name using her hands.
“I’m guessing you don’t like to be called by that name?” I said and I stretched my hand out, “I’m Gabriel, by the way. But you can call me Gabe,”
“Ava,”
“Ava, I like that name,” I paused for a beat to think. “Or you can also go by Sera, that sounds nice too,”
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