Chap 6: How does she flirt him?
Part 1: Foxy Hannah
Ha, ha, ha, finally I got Liam’s phone number. Bella was such a naive and stupid girl. I didn’t have any fotografias of her. I just said that to frighten her. She was 1 ano older than me but I was much smarter than her. Now games on. No boys could help my charm and Liam was not the exception. If I wanted him, he would be mine.
Oh my god, yesterday on the way home, Hannah kept asking me such perguntas like “ How could you flirt Niall?”, “Where did you meet?”, “ Did you both kiss?”, “ Is he a good kisser?” She was so curious and annoying. How could I live with her for 15 years? Poor me!
Then, when I was about to put my uniform on, I heard a terrible noise. Oh, shit! Hannah slammed my door so impolitely.
“Hannah! How many times have I told you to knock on the door before you come in my room?” I screamed.
With her dirty face and hands, she said in scare:
“ Bella! Help me…Help me… It is burning…”
Oh, there was a terrible smell covering all the house. She must have burnt something. I immediately ran downstairs and saw an overburnt peixe in my pan. It was too black and overdone.
“What the hell! Why didn’t you put the oil in? You even didn’t scale! Stupid girl!”
She said in tears:
“Boo hoo, boo hoo, Bella. This is the first time I’ve cooked. I don’t know all suck sorts of things!”
“What the fucking things that made you wake up before 7 o’clock and cook like that?” I said while I was cleaning the kitchen.
She said shyly:
“Bella, I just want to make bento for Liam.”
I laughed out loud and joked:
“Aw, I see! It’s the amor that has changed your life.”
“Bella, don’t tease me!”
She began to kiss my arse:
“Aw, beautiful Bella. Can you make bento for me?”
“I’m not that beautiful and I don’t want to be a liar.” I said.
“Heya, Bella. You won’t be a liar because I will tell him that I did. You won’t have to tell anything. Honey, please, please!” She begged me.
Finally, I had to accept:
“Alright! But just only this time.”
She smiled happily:
“Oh, god! How beautiful you are today!”
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