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"Do you want me to stop?" The question threwwith sincerity Ohserious

"No," I said slowly "What you do is your own business"

Looking thoughtful once again, he eventually nodded and looked away I didn’t knohy he was acting so weird It was so unlike him "I can take you out to Prom if you want," he quietly said after some time

My eyes widened "Why?"

"Because no one’s asked you, and you’ve run out of time"

I scoffed "Oh, so it’s just a pity offer–"

"No," he interrupted sternly He leaned in so that his face was mere inches from mine and seriously said, "It’s not pity, Sara I want you to have a fun night Plus, I’d be a good date for you I can drive you there, dance with you, give you a good ti expectation to deflower you" There’s that word again Deflower? Really, where did this guy pick his words from?

I wanted to be happy by his offer, but I was disappointed I didn’t care how he looked at it; it was still a pity date

"Co his shoulder into mine "Let me take you"

"Because you feel bad"

"No, because I want to"

I studied his face He looked genuine Then he did a pout, and I couldn’t help but laugh Jaxon, in all his annoying, thieving,ht teeth; he kneon me over

"Okay, Jaxon I’ll let you takeyou…" He looked wounded