![]() Instead of fighting her, Saint lifted his legs, and allowed her to push him so that he could fly. Natasha got off the swing and started to push him. She smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Her voice was lovely, even if he didn’t want to like her. ![]() Saint simply stared at her as she kept talking. She said it looked like blood, and no one likes blood, or girls with freckles.” ![]() My cousin, she only comes down from the city, but she has like, really long blonde hair, and she said that I was going to get bullied for my hair. She sighed, and then took a seat on the swing beside him. “You’re on the swing, so swing.” She pushed his knees, and he glared at her. “Oh, someone is a moody pants.” She stood in front of him, and he had no choice but to glare back at her. He looked behind him, in time to see a girl with wild red hair, giggling. Saint gripped the handles of the swing as he was suddenly pushed firmly in the back. “You know, swings are not for being sad or moody.” The MC was always a problem for his mother. ![]() She didn’t want him to be called after the club that his father ruled. He hated his name, and his mom hated his name. Gripping the metal handles of the swing, Saint glared down at the floor.
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