ELLA
I often believe that being Goddamn handsome should be illegal, as in why do you have to be that attractive? Ryan, you shouldn't be this attractive. I'm starting to get paranoid.
I took my phone out of my pocket and dialled Veronica's number.
"Hey Vero—" I was cut off by her shrieking.
"You bitch, Who gave you the right to call me after TWO FUCKING DAYS after two days? you know what? Rot in hell" I hope my ears were fine after she screamed her lungs out and hung up the call. But I deserved it, and I should have expected it. Knowing the fact that she would yell at me again, I once more dialled her number.
"Veronica?"
"Ronica?"
"Nica?"
"Ca?"
"FUCKING ANSWER ME VERONICA I have crisis on my hands, i-" I don't think she will ever let me finish my sentences today.
"I believe you have a crush on Ryan, based on my intuitions? Right? So, el bel, you've got to stay away from him, because I know he's fucking hot —" She knew me too well and this time I was able to stop her.
"It's true, isn't it? He's so fucking attractive that he-" and once again she didn't waste anytime to cut me off.
"I know he's good-looking, he's hot, and he's a PLAYER, plus others say he's dangerous." She said. dangerous? Or dangerously hot?
"Yeah, I assumed it" I mumbled.
"So, get ready at 8 we are going to a party, and remember Ryan is just a distraction or you can say he is - erm - he is --- whatever but you know what you both will look so great together -- shit I shouldn't have said that look el bel get ready and I love you bye" she rambled making me giggle.
"Gross but I love you more bye-bye"
Veronica, you know, is my lifeline; she is one of the most important aspects of my life. Call me selfish, but I can't bear the thought of sharing her with anyone. Why? I'm not going to do it simply because I don't want to. They say 'every girl is a doll either Barbie or Annabelle. Veronica can be a Barbie all the time but if you hurt me or upset me she will become Annabelle for you. She is B.I.T.C.H. - BEAUTIFUL, INTELLIGENT, TALENTED, CHARMING, AND HOT.
I was awakened by a knock at the door to my room. I answered the door, revealing my dear brother, who greeted me with a wry grin. "Get ready, sissy missy, ronie called to tell me about the party; I have the address, and we'll be leaving at 7:30 p.m., okay? Bye." He said this as he walked out of my room.
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