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I finish loading my bag and check the time, 2:30 a.m.
...Right on time...
I get out of my car, swing my bag over my shoulder, and head into ___ apartment complex.
I know I should probably text her or warn her that I'm coming over but I'm much more into surprising my vict- ladies, my ladies.
...She's probably going to be fucking mad at me for not texting her back, but I have a good excuse I swear...
If anti-chapstick Shiggy would stop with the useless in-between bullshit battles I wouldn't have had to go ghost.
...Fucking prick is a cock block without even knowing it, oh well, I'm about to make it up to her...
It's definitely illegal to be breaking into the complex and her apartment like this.
...Oh well, maybe they should hunker down on security, they're practically begging for break-ins...
Making my way into ___ apartment and quietly shutting the door, I set my duffel bag on the dining room table.
...Oh yeah, her pink bag is plain fucking vanilla compared to this bad boy...
I look over at the coffee table and see she was working on something. She has papers, pens, highlighters, and books scattered everywhere.
...Pretty scholarly of her...
Curiosity gets the best of me, so I take a seat on the couch and flip open her laptop. It opens to a multi-page doc.
...Damn, okay ___ getting that degree...
Deciding I should take a closer read at her essay, I hear brawling outside.
"MEEEOWWWWWWWW!!! HISSSSSSSSSS!!!"
...Fucking cats, why do they always want to fight at the weirdest times...
"AHHHH, SHUT UP!"
...She's so hot when she's mad...
I hear blankets and sheets ruffling then her feet hitting the floor.
...Awe the Princess got woken up, I was going to do it soon anyway...
I try not to burst into laughter when I hear her trying to decide which bag of cheese she's going to dive into.
...Okay, maybe mouse was a perfect nickname...
"Definitely going for the sharp che- JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!..."
...Nah, just me...
"What. The. FUCK. Do you think you're doing here?"
...Mk, I deserved that...
"Hey, doll."
She looks conflicted about how she should feel but I can see how she melts when I talk to her.
I point at the laptop sitting on my lap.
"So, you're drop-dead gorgeous and smart?"
She ignores my comment and plasters one of the meanest glares on her face.
"Please stop looking at that and leave..."
...Leave? Are you sure about that?...
Putting on the pouty face I practiced so hard to do earlier,
"Oh, you didn't miss me? Not even a little bit?"
She stares right through me,
"No, now get the fuck out."
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