November 10, 2012: I
I grabbed her wrists, flipping her over onto her back and pinning her down, hovering over her. Raising an eyebrow, I murmured, "Who was it that texted you, Max? Would they say something so embarrassing that you had to jump on me to get the phone away?"
Her cheeks turned red, and a thought that made my blood boil flashed through my mind, and I just had to know the answer. "Was it your boyfriend, Max?" I asked, my voice cool. "Does he tell you things that make your skin heat up?"
"I don't have a b-boyfriend."
Good, I thought, before pausing, another thought popping into my head. "Or maybe…it was about me?" I smirked, and her cheeks turned a deeper red, her eyes widening as she shoved me off of her. My smirk deepened, and I knew that was the case, chuckling slightly.
"Fang?" my mom called from downstairs. "We're leaving now."
I tossed the phone onto the mattress, staring at Max quietly. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, a voice murmured in my head. Will you go out with me?
But instead of saying this, I turned and left the room.
Dangit. JUST SAY IT. D:
~Anna Ride