Heh, I guess i deserve it

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Diya's POV

"Arhfg im so bored" I fall onto my bed.

Suddenly, I erect.

"oh mah GAWD I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH JAKE TODAY!"

Except, is it a date? I look back at the text messages we exchanged the previous day.

Jake
"hey, um, if you aren't busy then do you wanna grab some food tomorrow? my treat fr."

That doesn't reaaallly specify. We aren't even together, he doesn't even like me like that so its just a skibidi hangout with da gang fr. Da gang. Aka just me and him. Alone. Say gex.

As I look down at my phone, I realise he hasn't particularly said when we will get food. As I started typing to him, I heard the sound of doom.

*ding dong*

I walked down to the front door in my PJs, just expecting it to be the postman or some shit idk. I open the door.

"Hey diy- oh wow I can clearly see someone didn't put effort into their outfit at all."

WHY UIS HE HERE. ITS 10 AM.

Jake, in his suit and tie, stares me up and down.

"Erm, what the sigma. It's 10 am. Why are you here? No one wants you here. You are a loser. Gay, you are gay. You are beta. You are not alpha. I am the alpha. You will never stand up to my level. I will always be above you," I say to him. He creams. He starts wailing. I drag him inside to my room before the whole neighbourhood knows about my abusivity.

I dump him onto my bed and gather the clothes I am going to change in. He is still crying, the litle cute cry baby he is awwww its okay litle crybaby it will be okay. I change into my clothes in the bathroom and come out, just to see him inspecting my room with a clipboard and a pen. Where did he get the clipboard from?

"Currently your room stands at a 3/10." He remarks. I scoff.

"And why is that?"

"Cause it doesnt have pictures of me in it EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH."

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We're sitting in silence in his bugatti. My favourite song is playing on the radio. Its called skibidi toilet, and I am resisting singing the lyrics out loud. Until I can't hold back anymore.

"BRR SKIBIDI DOP DOP DOP YES YES SKIBIDI TOI-" I get cut off by the sound of his singing. "Wait... you know skibidi toilet too?" I ask.

"Yeh ofc I do its literally da bomb."

"Oh my gawsh literally kiss me right now."

"Ewwwwww cootie I'm literally gay kys."

"Massive L. SO since we're in this car ride and obv we have to talk, tell me your biggest L," I say.

"Naw this one time I tried to impress a girl by doing a backflip off a diving board and I hit my dick and had to get saved by the lifeguard."

"ahahahahaaAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAJAHAAHAHAHAHHAQHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAYAHAQUHAHAHAJHAJHAHAHJAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAANHAHAHAJJHSAAHSAHHASHGAJJAGSHGJDGAHSJGHSDADJSHFDGSFHJSDAFGDHDJSKJVXHSDF" I died.

He stared at me with his bright blue orbs, as if he were waiting for me to answer my own question.

"Ermmm well one time I tried to finger a violin."

"Ykkkk I can teach you."

The rest of the car ride was silent.

We reached the cafe. It was like a 20-minute drive. He parks with pARALLEL parking. I came. We exit the Bugatti, enter the cafe, and sit by a window.

The waitress came over to take our order. She was lowkey kindaaaa yk. I ordered a skibidi drink and Jake ordered a rizz drink. We started talking about books.

"Welllll I really wanna be a writer cause I create my perfect man in them and then write about me making out with them."

"Oh." Upon hearing those words, a glowy orange light radiates off of his side. I glance to my left, and he does the same. The acrid scent. The fiery heat. Panic ensues as everyone starts running out.

I trail after Jake as he runs out of the cafe away from the blazing inferno emerging from the kitchen. I have no idea where he's taking us, but he keeps running until we reach the banks of a river.

"I think we got scammed out of our meal," he says as he pivots to face me. Either he is incredibly poor and is worried more about his money than a fire or he is just stupid. Maybe both.

"You do realise the entire cafe nearly burnt down, right?" I ask, concerned.

"You know, now that you mention it, the cafe might have been a little toasty."

He then continued on about his thing for fire. The power of it, the destruction, the way it can consume everything in its path. He sounds like he would marry the fiery thing if he had the chance. Firesexual.

"Fire is just mesmerising," he says as he finally finishes his rant. His eyes gleamed.

"Yeah, if you're a pyromaniac. Why do you even like fire anyway, it sucks."

"Its so hot I would have sex with it if I could 😫."

"You are a FREAK"

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

"So what now? Our date got cut short."

He just called it a date. I think I just shat my pants.

"Wellllll we couulldd just go back to your house yk ffrfrfr no cap," I say.

So we hopped in the Bugatti and rode back to his place. The entire ride is quiet except for the occasional shit in the seat (I know this is a universal experience). We pull up to his place and play Mario Kart for a couple of hours until the clock reaches 7 pm. I realise I have to go home.

"Thanks for hanging out wit da skibidi gang, lets do this again fr maybe minus the fire." I say to him, mid-shart.

As I walk home, I think about the power of fire. I'm starting to understand the mesmerism Jake had with fire.

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