Marshall perched hesitantly beside me.
"They asked me to protect you."
My eyes widened. "What? Who did? The Sisterhood?"
"No, the Teletubbies did. Of course, the Sisterhood." Marshall rolled his eyes at me, and it took all of my will power not to shove him off the bench.
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Who was that?" Sam asked as we walked out of the photo hut.
"I work with him. It's cool," I said, rubbing my arm absentmindedly.
"He seems like an ass."
Mercy laughed. "But a cute one. And he has a cute one too. You're lucky he's all into you, Amerie. I say go for it."
I shot her a look. "You'd tell me to go for a psycho murderer, if he was cute."
"Meh. Life's short.
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There's nothing wrong with Sam," I said again. "He's...nice."
Mercy groaned. "You mean he was too nice, don't you?"
"I'm not used to people being so nice to me. It was kinda creepy."
"I'm gonna offer you some advice," Mercy said, leaning in closer to me. "When a boy is a gentleman to you and is actually nice, Amerie, you don't shoot him down. You don't call them creepy and chase them away! God, I don't know what to do with you."
"Stop trying?" I offered hopefully."
"Not a chance.
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You're spunky. I like it." He took a sip of his beer.
"You're creepy. I don't like it.
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We need to avoid the caretaker," I said.
"Good thinking. Overalls and the smell of bleach don't really do it for me."
"Remind me to douse some overalls in bleach and wear them the next time I see you."
"Planning out next date already? Steady. I want to take this slowly.
Stichwörter: marshall amerie my-heart-be-damned
Okay, I'm sorry for not turning up yesterday." His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran to catch up with me. "Don't be mad. Even though you're sexy as hell when you are." He grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop.
"Don't touch me," I shouted. "Just leave me alone. Wherever I go, there you are being creepy and pervy. I'm sick of this, Marshall. And, you know what? I don't give a shit about your secrets. Keep them. I hope they make you feel all warm and snugly at night.
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Hey," Marshall said, leaning beside me. "You okay? You look supremely pissed."
I smiled. "I'm absolutely fine."
"Is your boyfriend here on a date with someone else? Did you guys break up or something?" He seemed to be mocking me.
"Yep. We broke up," I said sarcastically. "I caught him sleeping with my sister and then she found out she was pregnant. It didn't work out between them, though, and he left her for that girl." I gestured at Sarah. "My sister's gonna take him on Jerry Springer."
Marshall raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a sister."
"And you don't have any brain cells.
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You're not getting any younger or prettier standing there. And I'm cold.
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