BWWM- this story takes place in New York City.
A 19 year old young woman wants to escape she's sick of living the same old crappy life.
Whereas a 24 year old male is living luxurious. Nice car, wealthy family, and huge house.
She's in need of a...
Today's the day where I have to go into the Library to discuss if my work days are good or not. I'm really excited about this job seeing as I love to read.
I get up from my bed and walk into the bathroom rubbing my eyes. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend. I try to rid my head of the constant thoughts of Damien and his girlfriend. I don't know nor like him so why do I care? Bitchhhh, be so for real.
I finish brushing my teeth and my skincare, I can't find anything to wear, Damien usually wears grey so maybe i'll do that. And you claim you don't like him. I silently curse myself for caring what he would think. Yet you're about to do it anyway smh.
I put on this slightly cropped grey shirt with some light wash blue jeans.
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I look into my full body length mirror and sigh with satisfaction. I'm not ready to face Damien even though he doesn't know that I saw the two of them together. I hurriedly grab my keys and I'm rushing out the door when I hear a grunt come from a particularly deep voice.
I turn around and catch Damien rubbing his foot "Fuck! My fucking toe" I put the clues together and find out he stubbed his toe. loser. "You alright?" I ask with a hint of concern in my voice. He looks at me and I see a smirk forming onto his face. "I love your outfit Jayla" I say thankyou and start to ramble about my outfit. I tend to do that anytime anyone compliments me, it's a habit i guess. I can see he's laughing at me so I frown.
"What? What's so funny?" I raise my eyebrow and wait for an answer. He looks down at my feet with a raised brow of his own. I follow his gaze and my eyes land on my pink bunny slippers. I forgot to change my fucking shoes! I glare at him and run to change my shoes. I grab my cool greys and walk out the door without sparing him another look.
As I'm heading to the library I get a text and siri reads it aloud. "From Damien, we need to have a talk when you get home." "We sure do" I respond back.
AUTHORS NOTE
sorry for the long wait and short chapter next one might be longer but yesterday was my birthday!!!!!! don't forget to vote and comment Word Count: 399
