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What Makes You Different Ch. 13
Theresa's wrapped her arm around Fox's for support as she hobbled towards her locker. They were both enjoying one another's company even though neither one spoke a word. As they reach the locker, Theresa opened her lock. 08-23-02. Fox leaned against the lockers and put his arms on his head, looking as adorable as can be according to Theresa.
Apparently Theresa wasn't the only one who thought so.
"Hey hot stuff," a girl wearing a short black mini-skirt and a white tank top said in a sultry voice.
Fox returned the reply with a nod and a smirk, "Actually I'm the one getting all hot and bothered looking at you."
After what seemed like a dozen girls who passed by made flirtatious compliments towards her companion, Fox turned his attention back to Theresa as she just happened to turn her head back towards her books, pretending to be engrossed by her locker. Dang! Why did I have to flirt with other girls in front of Theresa? The thing was, he was use to flirting with every pretty girl in the school. He never had a girl he liked enough to tie him down. Besides Fox Crane never wanted to be tied down. He was having too much fun being single.
A twinge of jealousy arose in Theresa, but she told herself that she had no right on Fox. He was a free man, so she tried desperately to push the thought aside. Luckily for her, her distraction appeared before her.
"Hello beautiful," said Michael, a grin covering his handsome face. Theresa let a soft smile curve her lips at the compliment.
"Thanks, but I don't swing that way," replied Fox, not pleased at his friend's advances towards Theresa.
"I wasn't talking to you Fox. I don't know what the girls see in you. They must be using you to get to get to me," Michael winked and smiled.
"Actually buddy, it's the other way around. Telling yourself differently won't make it true," Fox said as he lightly punched his close friend's shoulder.
"Ha ha ha. Anyways, I saw that my lovely Theresa is injured and I decided that I should walk her to all her classes. It's the least I can do seeing that she serenaded me the other day."
With that memory, Theresa blushed furiously and twirled her dark black locks with her fingers. After a brief pause, she was able to manage the words, "Thanks for the offer Michael, but Fox was kind enough to walk me to my classes everyday until I my ankle gets better."
Fox, sincerely flattered that Theresa was willing to give up spending time with the person she obviously had a crush on to spend it with him, vowed to himself that he will thank her somehow.
With that said, Fox carefully wrapped his arms around Theresa's small waist, after saying, "Well you heard the lady Mikey. I'll catch you later."
A frown crossed Michael's disappointed face before he turned around and walked towards his first class. Some girls nearby scampered after him, trying to get his attention.
Unbeknownst to all of them, a fourth pair of eyes was watching the entire time, eager for revenge on the so-called 'lovely Theresa.' We'll see how lovely she is when I'm through with her.
What Makes You Different Ch. 13
Theresa's wrapped her arm around Fox's for support as she hobbled towards her locker. They were both enjoying one another's company even though neither one spoke a word. As they reach the locker, Theresa opened her lock. 08-23-02. Fox leaned against the lockers and put his arms on his head, looking as adorable as can be according to Theresa.
Apparently Theresa wasn't the only one who thought so.
"Hey hot stuff," a girl wearing a short black mini-skirt and a white tank top said in a sultry voice.
Fox returned the reply with a nod and a smirk, "Actually I'm the one getting all hot and bothered looking at you."
After what seemed like a dozen girls who passed by made flirtatious compliments towards her companion, Fox turned his attention back to Theresa as she just happened to turn her head back towards her books, pretending to be engrossed by her locker. Dang! Why did I have to flirt with other girls in front of Theresa? The thing was, he was use to flirting with every pretty girl in the school. He never had a girl he liked enough to tie him down. Besides Fox Crane never wanted to be tied down. He was having too much fun being single.
A twinge of jealousy arose in Theresa, but she told herself that she had no right on Fox. He was a free man, so she tried desperately to push the thought aside. Luckily for her, her distraction appeared before her.
"Hello beautiful," said Michael, a grin covering his handsome face. Theresa let a soft smile curve her lips at the compliment.
"Thanks, but I don't swing that way," replied Fox, not pleased at his friend's advances towards Theresa.
"I wasn't talking to you Fox. I don't know what the girls see in you. They must be using you to get to get to me," Michael winked and smiled.
"Actually buddy, it's the other way around. Telling yourself differently won't make it true," Fox said as he lightly punched his close friend's shoulder.
"Ha ha ha. Anyways, I saw that my lovely Theresa is injured and I decided that I should walk her to all her classes. It's the least I can do seeing that she serenaded me the other day."
With that memory, Theresa blushed furiously and twirled her dark black locks with her fingers. After a brief pause, she was able to manage the words, "Thanks for the offer Michael, but Fox was kind enough to walk me to my classes everyday until I my ankle gets better."
Fox, sincerely flattered that Theresa was willing to give up spending time with the person she obviously had a crush on to spend it with him, vowed to himself that he will thank her somehow.
With that said, Fox carefully wrapped his arms around Theresa's small waist, after saying, "Well you heard the lady Mikey. I'll catch you later."
A frown crossed Michael's disappointed face before he turned around and walked towards his first class. Some girls nearby scampered after him, trying to get his attention.
Unbeknownst to all of them, a fourth pair of eyes was watching the entire time, eager for revenge on the so-called 'lovely Theresa.' We'll see how lovely she is when I'm through with her.