I giggled for like the millionth time today. Why did he have to make me go crazy for him? Couldn’t he be like a regular best friend, laughing and hanging out? But NO, he had to be the most hottest and gorgeous guy on the planet. And to top it all off, he only saw me as a best friend, a sister, a little girl. I frowned at my thought, but it was soon replaced by a laugh as I felt two rough hands grab my waist and spin me around. "Demi, say it!" he demanded, but I only shook my head, loving this feeling, wanting it to last longer. "Nopeee," I screamed, drawing out the "eee" All of a sudden, those pair of hands started moving around my waist, making my stomach tickle. I burst out laughing, squirming in his arms. "Joeee, stoppp!!" I said between breaths. "Sayy it," "Fine, fine," I said giving up, "You're the most hottest and sexiest guy in school," He bowed, "Well, thank you very much," He smiled his billion dollar smile and it made my knees go weak. He had that effect on me. Suddenly he said something, that I would have never guessed he would say, with a large smirk on his face, "Nice bra," I looked down to see my shirt messed up, showing half of my red and black polka dotted bra. I blushed and looked down, trying to fix my shirt. I felt his hands grasp mine and move them away from chest. "It looks good," he replied. Did he just say that? Did those words seriously just come out of his mouth? I felt my cheeks getting hot yet again, so I didn't dare look up at him. I felt his <b>...</b>