"How long does it take to go to the grocery store?!?" My girlfriend screams into the phone. Marlene Abbot. My worst nightmare, my first true girlfriend. Brown hair, blue eyes. Tan skin. Talk of the school. Makes me unliked by most of the Softmores in the school. Well, the males at least.
"I was busy! Back off! You only gave me a two-sided list!" How could people love someone so rude? "You know what," I say grabbing the bag full of eggs, propping my phone on the back of my truck and putting it on speaker. "I HATE YOU!" I yell then forcefully slam the eggs to the pavement in the parking lot of Target.
I hear a gasp from the other end of my phone, but hang up before she can say anything else. That dumb, idiot snob. Hopefully she got the hint we were over. O-V-E-R, over.
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25 Ways
RomanceIn which an unstoppable male goes for and unnoticeable female, but has a few tricks up his sleeve. Or should I say paper bag? {lowercase in 2nd chapter further on purpose}
