 Boys will be the death of Willow Kovac. I just know it. Wowza!
She should have never come here.
Cameron Karsten thought she was going out with P Morgan, and judging by the look on Issy's face, she did, too.
Willow had to fix this mess she'd gotten herself into because yes, she DID want to make Denton jealous, but having KARSTEN think she was dating a person she barely knew was OUT OF THE QUESTION.
Morgan, however, did NOT seem to mind that at all.
Taking one deep breath, the sixth year focused on the bare arm dangling all around her shoulders (and tried to ignore for the hundredth time that he was wearing NO shirt) took hold of it and, as gently as she could, disentangled herself from him.
Oddly enough, Willow did not want to hurt his feelings; for some reason, Morgan reminded her of child, and hurting the feelings of a child was a very bad thing to do - even Willow knew that.
Yes, that's what he was; an overgrown eight year old with great arms and chest.
"Look," She started, grabbing the boy's hand and putting the slice of cake on it before letting go, "As tempting as that sounds," Lie, "And as fun as it could be," Lie number two, "I am not interested, Mister Morgan." Truth. Also, calling him Mister Morgan was by far more safe than saying PAYTON, because that was clearly not his name.
Wonder what his name was?
Eh, whatever.
"And NO, Cameron, we are not together," Stated Willow firmly, giving the younger and frightening boy a stern look. "And ... " Snogging Denton? Where the heck had he gotten that from?! "... I won't be snogging Denton right now." Nope, nope. Never. "What makes you think that I would snog him, hmmmm?" Because Willow Kovac would NEVER snog Dominic Denton.
... What? It was true.
Ahem.
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