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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 26, 2013 1:04:03 GMT -5
Ana blinked her blue eyes faking sweetness. Ana smiled brightly, her face softening a bit. It was hard for the guy to do anything impossible for her, but he seemed allured into Ana. Ana settled her hot tea in front of him, showing him she wasn't up for spilling a drink on someone again. Ana pursed her full red lips tightly and concentrated on his face. He didn't have much handsome features and had a few curls of his hair in front of his face.
Ana shook the thought of her mind. She was supposed to be thinking about, luring the guy for Ramad High's campus tour. Ana chuckled loudly, drawing attention to herself on purpose. A few girls shot her annoyed glances, questioning glares. Guys rolled their eyes at her company and motioned her to sit with them. Ana shot them a glare and turned her concentration back on him.
"Why not?" Ana pitied, her voice showing no trace of tease. Ana pouted her Tiffany box-blue eyes drooping slowly, her toned face blank clueless.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 26, 2013 16:11:09 GMT -5
I could tell that she thought she was going to convince me. About only eight minutes left to my shift now, but I still didn't want to. Why me? What was so special about me that made her want me to give her a tour of Ramad High School? I brush my hair out of my face, following her gaze to where some football players were motioning her over.
"Why don't you get one of them to give you a tour?" I ask hesitantly, looking down at the counter, away from her gorgeous blue eyes for a moment. "Leon, you can go, Brandon's here early!" Mrs. Hampton's voice calls and I almost groan as the thin red head comes over.
I close my binder and stuff it into my book bag before sliding off the stool, casting a glance over at the blonde before grabbing my denim long sleeved over shirt and laying it over my arm as I walk along the counter before walking out from behind it.
I hoped that she didn't still think I was going to give her a tour, but I knew she'd probably just go ask a muscular jock to show her around.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 15:54:15 GMT -5
Ana sized him up, her red lips frowning slightly. Ana could get away with anything and she was going to get him to give her a tour of Ramad High School. Ana twisted a lock of blonde hair and glanced at the guy in front of her. Ana almost spilled her tea she was holding, when he glanced at the football players. Ana's insides crumbled when her suggested it. What was wrong with boys these days? Ana thought. And just like that he grabbed his belongings and walked out.
Ana pursed her red lips, the whole cafe' staring at her in disbelief. Ana always won, but now she lost. Ana's knuckles turned starched white. She hate losing and she was going to make that Leon guy pay. Ana plastered a fake reassuring smile on her face and strutted toward the table her suggest. Ana reached down, digging her nails into one of the guys and drooped her china-blue eyes in a lovingly way.
Even though she could see hurt on his face, he followed he toward the front door of the entrance of the cafe and folded her arms across her chest, smoothly. Ana ignored all the whines of people to let them through, but thankfully the jock beside her got the message. Ana's Tiffany box-blue eyes concentrated on one person and that was Leon. He was heading her way and Ana grabbed the jock's arm, tugging him toward the employee. The customers made a path for her and cheered, running away from the scene. The cafe was still loud, but Ana didn't care. Her eyes caught Leon's and she made her way toward him.
Ana blinked lightly, fake tears coming to her eyes. "How about both of you give me a tour of Ramad High?" Ana's bitchy voice was replaced by a quivering one, a sign that she was going to explode in tears. Ana never cried in front of the public, but this was just acting. It meant nothing. Ana stared at Leon, her pure blue eyes digging into his. The jock beside her muttered under her breath and snatched his arm away from Ana. He folded his arms across his chest, looking at the gorgeous blonde in disbelief. But Ana wasn't in for a joke.
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Post by Leon Acosta on Oct 27, 2013 16:15:59 GMT -5
It wasn't that big of a deal.. was it? No, it was just a thing, and surely some muscular, handsome jock would happily show her around. I look down at my phone as I walk towards the doors, reading a message from my mom that said she was home early and I didn't have to babysit my four younger siblings.
I look up as my way is blocked by the blonde and a tall brunette whose name was.. Jeff. Maybe. Something like that. I almost huff in annoyance as she asks if both of us could show her around. What was this girl's problem?
"Whatever." I sigh, almost throwing my hands up in defeat. I push my light brown hair out of my face, looking between the two of them.
"If we're gonna go, let's go." I grumble to myself, pushing open the cafe doors and starting down the sidewalk in the direction of the school. It wasn't a long walk, just two blocks.
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Post by Ana Carmichael on Oct 27, 2013 16:27:02 GMT -5
The corners of Ana's red lips turned up into a bright smile. Ana blinked, pushing the tears back into her eyes. "Thanks!" Ana squealed, her toned face shining brightly. The football players looked at the jock beside her, jealousy digging deeply. Girls stared at Ana, how quickly her heartbroken face changed in less than a minute. Ana flipped her blonde hair over her tanned shoulder and looped her arms through both of the guys beside her. Ana looked at Leon. "I'm Ana Carmichael." Ana felt the jock beside her tense up when she talk to Leon. But Ana ignored him and walked out of Brachean's Cafe, eyes staring after the beautiful blonde.
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