As she trudged along, her suitcase was suddenly yanked from behind. Whirling around, her heart sank when she saw it was Garrett. Despite the annoyance bubbling inside her, she managed a polite tone. "Garrett, let go, please."
But Garrett's grip on her suitcase was unyielding. "Not a chance!"
Skyler despised Garrett’s clinginess, akin to a sticky band-aid that just wouldn't come off. If it were up to her fiery temper, she'd tell him off in no uncertain terms. However, having grown up without much protection, she had learned to swallow her anger, almost forgetting she had the right to express it. "Garrett, I am asking you to let go!"
He was as persistent as ever, and her efforts to shake him off were in vain. "Sky, ever since I met you, I can't concentrate on anything, not even my morning coffee or my mom's apple pie. I think I might have fallen for you."
Skyler almost laughed at the absurdity. Since when does liking someone become so easy as breathing? "Garrett, we barely know each other. You don't know me, and I don't know you. What could you possibly like about me?"
Garrett was blunt. "You're pretty."d2
So, it was all superficial attraction. With a smirk, Skyler replied, "Aren't there plenty of pretty girls you've come across?"
Garrett admitted, "Plenty."
"So you think I'm prettier than all of them?" She prodded.
"No, not really."
"Then what's the point of you hassling me right now?"
"I want you to become my girlfriend, of course."
"Have you always been this reckless and thoughtless with girls you found attractive?"
"You're the first."
"Because I seem easy to bully?"
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