Chapter 3

Chapter 3 I gotta say, Chris pushing my wheelchair was lowkey lit, getting like 99% of peeps to turn their heads, and the other 1% must be blind. I was wondering if others felt sorry for the bomb girl with a broken leg but still lookin' so fire when Chris suddenly stopped and asked, "Can I carry you?" Me: ??? He explained, "The wheelchair ain't gonna work to where I parked my ride, it's easier for me to carry you." I was still kinda shook, "What about the wheelchair?" "The driver's got it," he said. So I, Elizabeth Johnson, for the first time ever, got carried by a guy other than my bro Michael, and it was in the form of a bridal carry! Too close!! Wow, Chris got really good skin, I wonder what skincare he uses, his lashes are so long, omg, his eyes are fire too, I'm loving his lips, tsk, his ears are turning red... "Does your leg still hurt?" Chris tried to make small talk. "It's cool, doesn't hurt if you don't touch it too hard," I curiously touched his ear and noticed his whole body stiffened up. I asked him, "Is this the first time you've carried a girl?" "Isn't this the first time you've been carried by a guy?" he clapped back. "You guess," I said with a smirk, "I've seen it all, ya know." He mumbled something I didn't catch, and then carried me into the car.