Hungry
“Does any have anything to eat?” You asked as you dug inside your bag in hopes to find something your mother may have put in your bag before you left early this morning. You were beyond starving after cheerleading practice.
“I mean I’m always a snack (Y/N/N)” Montgomery grinned. You didn’t have to look at him to know he had a shit-eating grin on his face. He never missed the occasion to throw some lame pick-up line your way.
Rolling your eyes, you finally met his gaze. He was grinning like an idiot. A hot idiot, you had to admit. “I’m hungry, De la Cruz, not horny.” Maybe someday you would give up on his lame flirting.
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