There was something about her that unsettled Jughead Jones. The stands around you erupt in excitement as the scarlet-clad chasers zip by you again, drawing both of your attention back to the match. They laugh and clasp your shoulders playfully as they walk past and you spin back around to face them. I would like and could use a small miracle. You do meet Tyson.
It was the energy that pulsed in the air around her like electricity that silently promised destruction and chaos to come.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
You frown playfully up at him and tilt your head toward the game, indicating for him to focus. For a moment you stammered like an hopeless idiot. You were barely finishing your meal when a boy a few years older than you entered and helped the woman to tie you up again, you were forced to sit on the very uncomfortable metal chair and your back started to have an annoying pulsation on the lower part, in conclusion, you were pretty much exhausted. You did nothing but fight every time you found him on the halls, his face made you feel angry like nothing else, was it just sexual attraction? For a second you stared at him, not saying a word.