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Alora Kaylin Anderson

Dax and I walk out of the diner like main fucking characters. He's walking like the god man he is and here I am adding an extra swing to my ponytail.

I look bad ass.

"Your ponytail is obnoxious."

The audacity.

"Yeah well so is ur aura but you don't see me voicing my opinion."

"Did you just say my aura is obnoxious? What's next you gonna cleanse me with your fucking crystals?"

I wish I had crystals.

"Ill shove my crystals up ur ass" I murmur

"What was that?"

"I said I'll shove my crystals up your ass."

"Kinky are we?"

" Only for you mommy." I made sure to shoot him a wink.

" Did your eye just twitch?"

" Oh fuck off Daxon."

We both jumped into the Range Rover.

Rich boy.

" Driving me home butter boy?"

" Yeah sure if you want."

No because why did he sound so sad saying that?

" What's wrong Dax?"

" Nothing just that maybe we could like, hang out or something?" He kinda was like looking everywhere but me. Was pretty boy nervous?

" No yeah!" I shook my head "Yeah no for sure!"

He kinda looked at me a little confused.

That wasn't even confusing?

" You're so Canadian."

" Huh?"

What did that have to do with anything?

" Like I honestly don't know if you just said yes or no."

" Oh sorry, I said yes."

" Canadian." He muttered and turned the car on.

" Brit."

" Want to come see my place?"

Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

Yes the motherfucking fuck I do.

" How do I know you're not taking me to your lair to kill me?"

" Darling if I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead."

Darling.

Ovaries.