My life's a mess like my room.

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"Wow I didn't know he was a racer, how exciting."

"Yeah its a family tradition." John replied

So I said that out loud oops.

"Mmmm, good to know." I replied back in a bitchy tone still annoyed by his presence.

"Alright he's on his final lap let's head to the back, that's where I always wait for him, come on."

John didn't let me answer as he grabbed my waist pushing through the crowd leading us to a door with labeled "19".

"You really need to find some self control for your ape arms."
I told him as I slipped out of his hold.

"To be honest with you, I really don't know what Jesse sees in you since you don't enjoy being touched.
He's quite the leech. You look like you'll be a horrible girlfriend and his one clingy motherfucker."

Ouch, no one asked for your opinion tho.

"Sorry for not being as affectionate as most girls. What time is it?"

"Uhhh..., he rolled his sleeve up to look at his watch, "Its 9:57 p.m, so in three minutes he'll show up don't worry he never leaves his girls behind." He winks at me.

His girls? Of course I was just on his next list. I'm not letting no fuck boy mess with my feelings.

"Its too late already I'll find a way home bye."

I dashed off before he said anything else.

So I took the bus home, some old lady kept staring at me with wide eyes.
I felt like rabbit in 8 mile when he was on the bus.

I got off my stop, thankfully it was just on the corner of my block so I made it safely home in less than two minutes.

I knew not to open the front door so I sneaked thru the backyard and took my jeans off and sit on the edge of my pool.

I thought he seriously saw me differently than all the other girls he has come across. I let out a disappointed sigh.

I picked up my jeans and climbed into my window, which was near the sliding glass door that lead into the living room, and threw all my body weight into my room.

"Ow, what did I fall on this time?!" I half-shrieked to no one in the dark.

Why is my favorite perfume bottle sitting on the floor waiting to be crashed by my enormous thighs?

I'll just leave it there and pick it up in the morning.

I face-planted onto my bed without a care in the world.

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