by Ari Collins
"One for Terminator," she said. "Oh, hey! I know you."
"Don't think so," I replied.
"Sure. We were the same class." She jutted her hip and smiled. "Always thought you were kinda cute."
"Wrong guy." I laughed. "You're just trying to get in free."
She straightened, paid up, and left with her ticket.
Thank God. Never liked that lying bitch.
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Same Class
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Just wanted to note that I really liked this one It twists hard at the end--very effective.
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