"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"You really want to know?" He replies in a voice so dark and full of warning it sends a shiver down my spine.
"Yes." I say, being utterly brave.
A small smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he walks towards me...
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Ryan Damison
"Yú névrr paid attention tú mé while ay left everythàng fúr yú. Ay crossed oceans, moved tú a new countrié fúr yú, and he-àrr.. Yú don't even caÿer about mé. Yú névrr caÿred, Ryan!"
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke, before blowing it out as I hear her rant. She is always ranting. Same old thing.
"You came to America with me to be an actress. Not for me." I correct her misconception.
"I tried introducing you to the right agents and directors. But babe, if you don't have talent, not even the devil can help you." I tell her, taking another drag from my cigarette.
"Yú àrr such a JERK!" I hear her yell through the phone.
Well, it's not my fucking problem if she can't handle the truth!
"Ay am dump-ping yúrr aɽsè and going back tú Geɽmany." She snaps in anger and I snort. "Whatever! I am out." Before shoving the phone deep into my pocket.
European girls.. Are all the same.
Always high maintenance. Expensive taste. Fancy dinners. Designer gifts. And their never ending drama, only to get dumped when you had enough of the headaches.
What a total waste!
Amara wasn't like this. She is the kind of girl you could actually keep around without losing your mind.
She never asked for anything. Always did what I wanted. No nagging. No nonsense. Just a good, obedient girl. Also, very sexy.
I could never find a girl like her again.
Especially who has a kinky mind and a body to match.
I smirk, blowing away the grey clouds of nicotine as I recall all those mature scenes she wrote in her book, probably imagining me.
Of course! She is still into me.
Blocking me is just a part of her game to play hard. She wants me to chase her harder and that's why, I am here today.
Tossing the cigarette bud and crushing it under my foot, I turn around to enter the door that leads to the auditorium hall where the felicitation ceremony is going on.
I run my fingers through my hair, just to look extra sharp as I walk inside the hall, fully packed with students, parents, professors.
I come sit beside my father, the only place left unseated.
"You are late. Half an hour." He gives me a side glare.
"I had work." I reply, fixing the creases on my black pants.
"Was that more important than your sister's graduation?" He shoots, narrowing his eyes at me.
"I will watch the recorded video." I dust off the topic, glancing around. There are too many people!
