Maria
She watched his brow raise in a question, "Don't- don't ask me what my type is 'cause I don't know yet...I'm just sure it couldn't be someone like you."
"It's safe to say you're not my type too. I like girls who don't feel like a remote when I rest against them." That victorious smile that stayed plastered whenever he said something that furnished his ego appeared again, causing Maria to fume internally.
She almost gasped. Terrible, he was just plain evil. But she knew this game he was playing and she was good at it.
"And how many of those have you gotten, virgin boy?" She imitated his mischievous smile, "I mean...when you're not in your headspace thinking about them...you kinda look like a
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