Chapter 37
I'm standing in front of my locker. I turn my face and I see Jake walk down in the hallways and hold his ransel until Bree and the other cheerios walk passed him and smirk at him. Even Bree standing for a while in front of Jake. And Jake smirk back at them. I roll my eyes and turn my face to my locker. I guess what Santana said was right. Puckerman will always be a Puckerman. No differences. "Hey, beautiful." Jake put his hand around my waist and kiss my cheek. I didnt say anything and shut my locker and walk away. Ugh I hate this. I'm jealous but I cant say it to him. "Hey, hey, what's my fault this time?" Jake blocks my way. "You smirked at those cheerios and Bree. And you know that I dont like them." I simply said. "Okay, I'm sorry. But baby, it's only a smirk." Jake holds my hand
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