《L♡VE On Speed Dial ✓》R e v e a l i n g A u b u r n
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Emma's hand was paining as Auburn had clutched it too hard in nervousness.
"Would you leave it lady ?!" exclaimed Emma.
"Sorry. I'm just..so nervous.." said Auburn.
"Well, you've loved Damien since forever, and if he knows it's you, it's good right ?" said Emma.
"I don't know what to make of it. I really don't." said Auburn.
"Well, don't think too much. Just chill. By the way, he's here. Good luck." said Emma as Damien approached them.
"Auburn Adams ? Hey I'm Damien, Timberlake High's-" said Damien.
"It boy. I know. You're hot and handsome. But that's what you think. Not me, nope. To me you're too irritating. You were saying ?" said Auburn.
"Well, I was gonna say most desperate guy, but yeah, it boy. You remind me of someone.." said Damien, raising his eyebrow.
They were walking through the hallway, and Auburn was nervous as hell.
"I do ?" said Auburn.
"Yeah. She's well..unique..nothing can quite describe her.." said Damien looking at Auburn, trying to find any emotion in her face, and he wasn't sure if he saw her smile slightly.
"But, um, thanks. For calling me it boy..I know I'm hot and handsome.." said Damien, giving his flirty smile.
"Insufferable idiot." said Auburn.
"What did you call me ?" said Damien, cautiously.
"Nothing. Why do you ask ? I said nothing, nothing really. It's your mistake you heard something. If you did, you better get your ears checked." said Auburn quickly.
Damien raised his eyebrow, eyeing her in suspicion.
"You talk a lot."
"You talk less."
"You talk fast."
"You talk slow."
"Okay. You win." said Damien, holding up his hands as if to surrender.
Auburn couldn't help but laugh a little, leaving Damien absolutely mesmerized. She did something to him, but what, he had no idea.
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"So, miss Principal's niece and Timberlake High President, what's your favourite colour ?" asked Damien.
"Why do you ask ?" said Auburn, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Just like that." said Damien, shrugging.
"Well, my favourite colour's blue. Like the blue you see in the galaxy, when everything is dark, and there is a bit of light, reflecting the blue and making it shiny, and it's a perfect background for the stars.." said Auburn, dreamily.
Damien smiled. He could figure something out. But he wanted to test her a little a bit more.
"Wow. That's deep. Maybe wanna try philosophy later on, ya know.." said Damien.
"Kay kay. Now, you've got anything else to ask ? If no, I'd like to go." said Auburn.
"Yeah yeah, okay. I'm done." said Damien.
"Good. 'Cause if you had irritated me a little bit me more than I would have killed you right here, and well, I've got money, so it wouldn't be too hard to come out of jail.." said Auburn.
"Woah slow down, Little-Miss-I-vomitted-and-peed-on-Santa-cause-I-was-scared !!" said Damien, hiding a smile.
Auburn now really lost it.
"Shut up ! That was just one time okay ?! I was really small, you insufferable idiot !" exclaimed Auburn.
Damien was now grinning broadly.
"Hello Hotline Girl. Found ya."
And that's when Auburn realised how badly she had messed up. And the worst part ? There was no way out.
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