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    Super duper crime fighting good two shoes and her badass master criminal. – (Chapter: Chapter 7)

    “No problem, I’m sorry if the kiss freaked you out. I must have misinterpreted the situation.”

    “Oh…”

    “What?”

    I look down at my shoes,” You’re sorry about that.”

    “No I, god I suck at this. Look, kissing made me feel something I haven’t felt in a long time.”

    “What’s that?”

    She takes a couple steps closer to me and lowers my gun. Oops, I forgot to lower it. Dumb move

    “I felt happy.”

    How do I respond to that one?

    “Never mind, it’s stupid really,” She turns around and takes something out of her bag. “Here’s the rose I was going to leave you this morning. I’ll, uh, see you around some time.”

    I take the rose out of her hand. I let the rose drop out of my hand and I grab her forearm. Wow, she’s fit.

    I slide my hand behind her neck and pull her closer to me. Her eyes widen. Hey, she’s not the only one with a couple tricks up her sleeve.

    She pins me up against the safe; okay that’s definitely new. I feel her brush a strand of hair out of my face before leaning in to kiss me. My lips hungrily find hers, and we are found in a passionate kiss. Her hands find my hips; she pulls my body in closer to hers. My hands are lost in her blonde hair.

    I had to break the kiss because hearing my friends screaming for help was eerie but very funny.

    Spencer’s thumb brushes lightly against my lips, “Come with me.”

    I can’t say no to that. So, I take off my tie.

    “What are you doing?”

    “We need to leave something behind for them,” I point to the safe.

    After only a couple minutes, Spencer and I leave the room. She takes a remote out of her pocket, “It’s to free your buddies.”

    By the time Spencer and I are far away from the bank, Madison, Chelsea, and Kyla had to have made their way out of the safe.

    Madison gasps at the sight before her. In front of them, was a ripped off tie, and red paint on the wall that spelled out: I have the girl.

    “That girl is screwed,” Chelsea lights yet another cigarette.

    Kyla just stands there with a look of anger and disgust on her face. How could Ashley destroy the tie she had given her for her birthday?

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