FIRE CRACKER
“Oh no, I can’t allow that, you and Emily can come and stay at my place—”
“Your Place?” I had half expected a response like that but I was not expecting the speaker to be well, the speaker.
“You.” That was all I said when we locked eyes, Unlike Amber, her clothing was flash enough for me to spot it a mile away and she looked like a teenager who was trying to fit in with the trends and failing pathetically.
Her hair was tied in a high ponytail and she had make-up and mascara spread across her face, Her blue neon shirt —No, literally neon, glared at me with an annoying stripe design.
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