"Yo Jess over here!"
I heard my man John shout as we made our way near the race track for better seats.
"This is my best bud John, sit here with him while I go get ready ."
Ready? Is he gonna do what I think he said he was going to do?
Before I could ask him he was out of my sight.
"Well, well, welll, what do we have here, you Jesse's new babydoll?"
He asked me as he put his left arm around my neck making me think he was putting me in a death lock.
"Please remove your ape arms, you are suffocating me, and no I'm no ones babydoll, what a ridiculous nickname I don't think I've ever been called that and won't even dare respond to it."
Okay maybe I was being a bit bitchy and rambling for no reason, but he invaded my personal space.
And he doesn't even know me and is already assuming I'm some piece of trash that got picked up off the street.
"You females and your sensivity levels really piss me off and make me wish I was mute and lacked the ability to start a conversation."
Great another fuck face.
"Not my fault you were cursed with word vomit and fail to interest me with your insulting and unwanted humor."
"Feisty, you're like the 5% of the girls who noticed my sense of humor, see we're off to a good start, speaking of starting the race is starting look Jesse is number 19."
Holy mothafuck he is an actual a contestant.
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