Unfair

2

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some girl - goldlink (ft. steve lacy)

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A minute couldn't pass without you checking your phone to see if Gojo had replied to your texts. You two had been texting back and forth since you both matched, he really showed massive interest in you and made you feel so validated. So far, He didn't fail to ask how you are and clarify how interested in you simply by texting "You're so beautiful, you deserve so much" or "you deserve the world, princess". He'd show proper interest in you by replying almost immediately to your texts, sending you random voice notes and pictures of him throughout the day, whether it related to what you guys were talking about or not.

It was a Friday evening and you just finished work, relieved by the fact that you'd be able to spend the whole weekend without spending your time at a desk or a huge workload to take home and finish.  Whilst giving your farewells to your fellow coworkers, you made your way to your black C-class Mercedes, adjusting the ends of your pencil skirt before you opened the door to the driver's seat and throwing your work handbag to the other side. Once you sat down behind the wheel, you turned your phone on and a notification from Gojo popped up the moment it turned on.

G.
You off work yet?
Lemme call you

You started to feel a little panicky at his messages. It wasn't that big of a deal for him to want to call you but you hadn't sent him any voice notes or random pictures of yourself like he did. Additionally, you weren't one to call or facetime people unless it was important or a close friend, you'd rather text. As you looked at the message through the notification, you asked yourself; What if he saw you and compared your pictures to your dating profile's? What if he heard your voice and thought it sounded weird? All these weird thoughts fed your anxiety until you responded.

Okay let me get home first ~

Alright, I'll ft you once you get home

Though you went to work always looking very presentable, you wondered if how you looked would be presentable to him. You wondered whether he'd like you with simple makeup or more dramatic makeup, whether he'd prefer you all dressed up for him in a modest or sultry way. Shaking your head, you assured yourself that what he thought about you didn't really matter and as long as you're confident within yourself he'd probably be fine with you. With all these compliments he constantly bombarded you with, you were sure he was completely fine with you anyways.
                      As soon as you got home, you were slightly rushing, changing into pink jogging bottoms and a matching pink hoodie, you kept your braids down and retouched your makeup (that you had on for work) with a little bit of powder and lipgloss.
                   Once you looked into your bathroom and saw yourself as somewhat presentable you turned to reach for your phone.

Before you could even turn it on, the screen lit up, vibrating, with text at the top of the screen.

G.
wants to FaceTime you...

Your heart began to race at the sight of the username you gave Gojo on your phone. You were busy panicking in your head so much to the point where you didn't notice that you let the phone ring one too many times, so you swiped on the answer option, only letting a corner of your upper face show in the screen.
                  As your screen became small, Gojo's face popped up on the screen with a small smile on his face. "Hey, pretty." He said. "Hello, handsome." You replied, smiling to yourself, once he answered the call you couldn't help but smile at his face on your phone.
He smiled even wider at your greeting before saying, "Why are you hiding your face? Lemme see your pretty face." You bit your lip at his words and slowly showed your face fully on the screen before quickly moving the screen from your face, shaking your head. He chuckled at your actions. "Come onn, [Name], show your face.", "Nooo, I look so stressed right now." You whined, shaking your head once again, putting your face back on the screen to look at your own face. "Nah, you look beautiful." He denied, kissing at your face on the screen.