JORDAN'S POV*******
The past few days, my name had been “Alex carried her,” and Angela was so not happy about it.
I watched the video go viral on the school blog. When he rushed to my side in the video, I could feel the smile touching my ears.
“Don’t blush to death,” Sara laughed as we offloaded our books on the table.
The librarian shushed us from her desk.
“I’m not blushing.” I glared, the heat in my cheeks contrasting greatly with my words.
I hated this feeling. It's stupid.
Sara kept sipping her juice like she was watching a show.
“Okay then, you’re not.” She teased.
The librarian shushed us. Again.
The library doors clicked open. I didn’t look up. It seemed irrelevant, especially when the comments had catchy phrases.
##I’m guessing she's a new b***h.
##Jorxander
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