𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈 𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝟏𝟖+[ᴋᴛʜ ꜰꜰ]

𝐈𝐗|𝐘𝐍|

I want to run, whenever he will chase me anyway.

Bitch, you need to get laid.

In response, I wrap my lips around my straw and shoved the blueberry muffins as fully as my mouth will allow. Stacy, eyes me, entirely unimpressed and impatient based on the quirk of her brow.

Oh I just love blueberry taste. I think I need a bigger mouth to more muffins would fit in it.

I don't say this out loud because I can bet my left ass cheek that her follow-up response would be to use it for a bigger dick instead as she's always high for sex and other stuff called puberty attack.

Don't you feel like you need some dicks in your life.

I was disgusted with a huge amount of nasty temper at her filthy mouth and dirty imaginations and when I continued eating on the plate, she reached over and ripped the half muffin from my mouth and for a brief 5 seconds I ate in air. I've given her a solid glare as she snarled on my reactions and crossed her arms over her chest.

Know about personal space.

I mumble, setting the muffin down in my plate as I avoid her eyes, searching the cafeteria luncheonette for the more muffin so I can get another one and the faster I have it in my mouth again, the sooner I can avoid this conversation some more.

Don't deflect, bitch. You suck at it.

Our eyes meet, a beat passes, and I sigh and rub my chin not getting her words rightly as she places her arms on the table and stares at me deeply.

I suck at getting laid, too, apparently it's just a waste of time.

I say after our deep conversation through eye to eye and Stacy gives me a droll look almost getting the hint of not into that stuff.

You've had plenty of opportunities. You just don't take them sincerely. You're a sexy, twenty-year-old hot chick with cute freckles, a great pair of tits, and an ass to die for, same goes for blue eyes of yours. You don't feel that you should take advantage of it.

I shrug, deflecting again. She isn't exactly wrong. At least about having options. I'm just not interested in any of them. They all are boring so this fling things. All I get is what you are wearing and wanna come over with a winky face which made my stomach crawl with cringe. I also feel like getting high in parties and then having sex with someone but in the end I don't have time for all this. I can hardly do two jobs. So, I prefer not to hook-ups and commitments at this point.

And about my fantasies I don't want to fucking come over because its wild.

Give me your phone.

She flips out an expectant hand and my eyes narrow with a confused look.

Why.

Just give it babe.