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"It's either you're quite at a party, or you're never there. Why is that?" Loyal questioned randomly and I gave his question a little think about.
"I don't know, I just don't really like being around too many people to be honest. Only time I go out is if I need to get essential stuff or Chantelle is dragging me somewhere" I laughed changing the position I was in and getting more comfortable.
"You seem more of a social person" I shrugged but mentally cursed myself for my stupid statement. He is literately one of the baitest boys in Southwark, has over 5k on Instagram and only follows about 23 people, and oh- his comments are off. Im assuming this prevents his multiple girls from arguing in the comments, saying shit like;"who's your 'boss💕' ". Yes i just read him.
"Nope, only bait cause gyal' love my face and what i do. Never really socialised, I don't talk to others unless they talk to man first." He shrugged and I gave a confused look because why on earth did he just answer to my inner thoughts. What did billie eyelash or whatever her name is say? I WANNA END ME"
"What do you mean?" I replied because acting dumb is my only solution of getting out of this mess.
"I don't know, I thought you were probs' wondering how someone can be 'antisocial' but known" he shrugged and I simply nodded my head. Well at least I know he never heard me... which was impossible anyways because I said it in my head. I'm starting to believe I'm going delusional.
It got a little silent between us, not on awkward silence... a very comfortable one, he had taken out his phone as usual and I did the same cause I didn't wanna sit there looking stupid. I scrolled through imjustbait's insta. Chuckling as I saw the picture of the boys who had taken birthday pictures in the ikea kitchens. IN TEARS.
"Winter" I heard loyal chuckle I turned my neck to look at him and guess what the FUCK (excuse my profanity) HE WAS DOING. He was taking a snap of me, I quickly blocked my face from the camera and THREW myself off the bed and I revived the most meanest mug ever.
"If you chat to bare man just say that" he said with a mug and I rolled my eyes at his stupid comment as I picked myself off the ground. " I don't have a man, neither do I talk to bare man...I just don't want you to post that and I step outside this room then all the girls that were looking for you today jump me or some shit. Plus- your wayyyy too bait. So just behave and delete it " I pleaded and he simply just stared at me before a smirk had creeped on his face as he pressed add to story.
i stared at him in literal SHOCK, he laughed before trying to pull me into a hug and I pushed him off me cause no. Just no.
"It's not that deep" he chuckled, I was crying. Yup. I was literally crying cause why on God's good earth would you do such a thing. Now I've got to look up how to fight on YouTube cause do you know how many girls would want to fight me. I'm deactivating ALL my social media accounts, changing my name and moving to Mexico.
"Loyal please delete it, not even priv aswell. Main story? What am I going to do? I cant fight for SHIT. I'm never leaving this room again. In fact... get out." I scoffed as I tried to push him off the bed and he was dying of laughter, laughing at my truama and pain?
Oh- okay.
"It's not that deep man. No one is touching you. I won't let them" he smiled, oh my God here he comes with that corny shit again. It's really not the time.
"Look I don't know whatever I done to you but I'm very sorry init. Just delete it. I'll do your sisters hair for free for a year." I smiled but he kissed his teeth, I honestly give up, it's been more that five minutes of it being up there. I need to accept my fate. Death, i looked down at my phone as I heard it buzz seeing a text from Chantelle.
Chan🤍 BRO YOU GOT POSTED ON DA MAINS. Damn I'm tryna be like you wtf.
I wanna DIE Chan, say kay called him so he can leave .
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"Are you done bitching?" He asked with a smirk and I rolled my eyes at him, not talking to you sir, let me grieve in peace. Rip to my social life that was already dead, you will be missed, feeling to hold a memorial and everything.
"Cant lie, you look so pretty when you cry. Might have to start posting you on my main more" erm. you really thought you ate? My arms were crossed as I looked at him and for some reason I had the urge to laugh even tho it wasn't funny, he stared at me before jumping on top of me. Talk about personal space. I groaned at how heavy he was.
His face was so close to mine "I said I'm sorry winter" he whispered. All up in my face and shit, his breath smelt like weed and mints, but for some reason the way he said it made me want to apologise for something I didn't do. Sorry that your so attractive? I don't know.
"See I know you wouldn't be able to handle me. I make you nervous by my touch, my voice. Everything." Yes I felt weak at his voice. Literately crumbling. He placed a small but sloppy peck on my cheek before getting up off me. Why did I feel such an overwhelming feeling over a peck on the cheek? Not even Roland could ever give me that kind of feeling and I was with him for a year.
"I'll delete it off my story if you go out with me Saturday"
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