RhombusdaStud

 There was no way that he could do this; she was Potato and he was just … Rhombus. Plain, average Rhombus. Potato would never go for a guy like him. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Rhombus was looking this way! If this kept up any longer, she’d be a hot potato. Heh, she could never be a hot Potato. Shit! She looked up! Did she see him looking? If she saw him looking, she’d think he was creepy and would never go out with him! His breath was coming out in heavy pants. Jesus Christ! Why was he breathing so heavily? She wondered what he would look like hovering over her, cheeks flushed, his warm breath on her neck. She has a farawa