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CHAPTER 3- NO AIR
Undress
A single word escaped my mouth that earned me a smack square in the face. Fuck! How could someone like her hit strongly like that?! Is she a body builder, I don't have any idea.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that, it's just, it's just I...."
"No, it's fine. I deserved it anyway, sorry for saying it. I was just messing with you and..."
"Awwww! What was that for?" I asked feeling the pain of her yet another smack in my face, but this time it's stronger than the first. Seriously, where did she learn that? I wonder if she plays underground.
"That's for messing with me. Don't do it again or else you'll get a lot worser than that." She said venomously, her eyes flaming with anger, her head growing big and big and big. She's turning into a monster.
"Hahahahaha. Look at that face, you look like you're going to shit in your pants. That's priceless, I should've snapped a photo." Michelle said between her laugh, clutching onto her stomach as her eyes began to water.
She really enjoys having me around, and so do I. I love being around her, even if I just met her a week ago, I feel like I've known her my whole life.
"River, what are you thinking?" She asked noticing my silence.
"What is love for you?"
"Why are you asking this? Are you falling inlove with me?! Oh gosh, I know I'm gorgeous but sorry dude, the feeling's not mutual." I felt a pang in my heart but I ignored it.
"I'm being serious here. And no, I'm not inlove with you, there's only one girl that owns my heart but she..."
Woooah, stop right there Ellison, we're here to forget about her. You, douchè bag!
Yeah, great. I'm having an imaginary conversation with myself.
I'm not your imagination, smarty pants. I'm actually you, but you chose to be a dumbass River instead of being a genius one.
Who says I'm not genius?!
You just said it yourself, idiot!
"Fuck you."
"What?! What did you just say River?!"
"What did I say?"
Seriously, Ellison, do you really want to fuck with her? I thought there's only one girl that owns your heart and now you want to have sex. With her? Who you barely know, you don't even have a protection. Buy first before doing her.
"Just shut up. Shut up. Fucking shut up!"
"What's wrong with you? In our first meeting you said I was a bipolar, but here you are, yelling at me, telling me to shut up and I wasn't even saying a word."
"Just leave."
And so she left. Her eyes looking at me with concern but I dismissed her.
I don't know what's happening to me.
You're debating with me.
There you are again. Don't you have anyone to go bother with?
And you're claiming that you are genius? But sorry smarty pants, as much as I hate you, I don't think I could ever leave you because I'm exactly you.
He has a point.
The next day, I went to Michelle to apologize. But she wasn't in the cafè, I asked her manager where she was but he himself didn't have any idea. I sat in the mahogany bench outside the shop, drinking my mocha lattè trying to figure out where I could find her.
A black Maserati stopped at the driveway of the shop, just centimeters away from me. I swear, all the air inside my lungs left the moment I saw the person that got out of the car.
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*whispers* who do you think THAT person is??!?!
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