MONDAY morning the worse day of the week. I get up at 6am as always and enter my bathroom, slamming the door. I get into the shower and turn the nob to ice cold because that always wakes me up. After my shower I pick out a good outfit since I have English my flaming hot partner. Green zip up, baggy blue denim jeans, black spahgetti strapped top and jordans. I put on some light makeup and some accesssories.
I'm ready.
*time skip- In English*
I am sitting in English next to my partner and he starts typing loudly on his phone. I decide to piss him off by visibly peeking on his phone tryna see who he's texting. He obviously notices and whispers
"Mind your own fucking business" RUDE
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐?" I was obvioulsy pushing his buttons
"𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒄𝒚." He said while blocking my view of his phone.
"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒆? I looked into his amazing eyes then looked away because of how intense it was.
he sighs "𝑲𝒂𝒊, 𝑲𝒂𝒊 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒗. 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰 𝒅𝒐." He looked back at his phone.
"𝒀𝒆𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓?..𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚. I looked away tryna not make eye contact because everytime we do, it does things to my stomach.
He smirks then hands me his phone chuckling. I take his phone and put my number in it. I save myself as 'The most gorgeous girl I have ever seen😍😍😍' just to be gobby but to my suprise he doesn't change it. Wow.
I get home and I see two big boxes in my bedroom. What the.
"𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅?" My nana came and gave a hug.
"𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂." I open the first box to see motorbiking gear including a helmet.
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"𝑾𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔. 𝑰𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒐𝒍!" I was so happy. Under the biking gear there was a jumpsuit and a black jacket and pants.
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