A/N: Make sure you read this as well: Thief ♥ 

(Lol, its in the foreword as well XD)

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Ok, so there’s this boy in my class right?

And he seems to have some hidden problem with me.

Because, every time I walk past him, or he sees me, he yells out ‘thief’.

And I have absolutely no idea why.

And to be honest, it’s beginning to annoy me, yet get me really curious.

Another thing about this boy; he’s cute.

Yea, I admit it, he is cute.

A lot of girls swoon over him, I guess.

I keep my distance though.

Being called ‘thief’ isn’t really the best thing.

It’s like I stole something really important or something.

My friends want to know as well.

They have tried once to get it out of him… But it didn’t end well.

They had come back soaking from head to toe.

So now I sit here, staring at him playing soccer.

It is the big soccer gala day, where lots of other schools come here to compete.

After the games, we were dismissed and allowed to go home.

I shuffled along with the other students, when I heard a familiar voice shout out something just as similar.

“Thief!”

Everyone turned and stared at me, either judging or confused.

I hunched my shoulders up and walked away.

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I was walking home, half-way there already.

But something was troubling me.

“Why does my bag feel so light?” I mumbled to myself.

I suddenly stopped and face-palmed.

I had left ALL my books in the library.

I turned sharply and jogged back to the school.

There was a bunch of homework in there, and it was due tomorrow.

I arrived there and began walking, catching my breath.

I heard the distance noise of a basketball in the gym.

Thinking nothing about it, I walked past the open doors until…

“Thief! Whaddup?”

I cringed and continued walking, a bit faster this time.

I heard footsteps behind me.

I swiveled around and glared at him.

“What do you want?” I muttered at him.

He held his hands up.

“Nothing. Just curious why you’re still here, thief.” His lips spread into a stupid grin. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Why do you keep on calling me that? It’s annoying.” I whined and walked towards the library.

He trailed behind me.

“Because…”

“Because…?” I said, not turning around.

“Nevermind~ Now tell me what you’re doing here.” He jogged in front of me and started to walk backwards.

“Not until you tell me why you keep on calling me thief.” I replied stubbornly.

“Fine, I’ll just follow you.” He shrugged and began walking beside me.

I pushed open the large library door and entered.

I found my books quickly and was about to hurry out the door, but he stopped me.

“Wait… Will you stay if I told you why?” He said, staring down at his basketball.

I narrowed my eyes and shrugged.

“Fine.”

“I call you thief because…” He drew in a sharp breath of air.

“Because you stole my teddy bear!”

I look at him with wide eyes.

“What!?”

“Oh wait… Nevermind~! I found Mr. Bear!” He beams and shoves a cute teddy bear in my face before running off, laughing.

I rub my nose and stared at his figure in the distance.

“What just happened…”