Chapter 11

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I don't know what it is. I can't stop thinking about him and I don't even know his fucking name! Its driving me crazy, the way he smiles, the way he's so hot you could boil eggs on him, or that his quiff is literally on fleek, he's just...perfect. I can't text him...that's weird. You know what fuck it. I texted him

Me: Hey, its the chick from the bus.

Almost immediately he replied

Him: heyyy. How you feeling babe?

He called me babe...

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