the hard life of y/n being different.

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He stares as I run and i trip down 10 floors of step and he watches as I tumble down,they always do.Arty comes and helps me up.

Something about arty makes butterflies rumble in between my ass checks he so kind and sweet as I think when he spits in my face.

I get up

Arty:"u good gyal"

Oh shit this is why he doesn't talk hes a ....hes a roadman.

Y/n:"yes sweet one fanks for deh help my g"

I say reciprocating his language

I look around as my 2'1 body is weak and ready to fall.I feel as if my feather weighted body had acsended to the heavens.

Arty grabs me but he uses to much of his muscular strength and slams me to the ground making my trip to the heavens a failure.the impact of the slam completely obliterated my face causing 27 fractures in my body and an uneven brow lift.

I gain my strength and get up as arty ignores the destruction he just caused.

As I'm about to reach for my phone to get his number blomdie comes in with his Lamborghini through the building.

Blomdie:"took ur time talking"

All of a sudden a hurdle of girls enter screaming in excitement.but because I'm different I ignore his presence.

but because I'm different I ignore his presence

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