chapter 10: A scratch for jeans

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Where is this idiot and where did he put my pants in going to kill hi....there he is.

''Hi Ana what a coincidence meeting you here''

''Yeah cut the bullshit and give home back my clothes''

''Oh but come on you look so with with them off'' I rolled my eyes

Time to fight fire with fire i picjed a stone and walked towards his car.

''What are you doing''

''Oh nothing''

''Hey Ana what he hell are you doing''
I leaned up against the car and looked at him

'' give me my pants back''

''But you didn't say please''
Taking the stone I presses it against the car

''Don't you think it will look much more better if I scratch it''

''You wouldn't''
-scratch-

''Oops''

''Ana you little bitch move away from my car''

''You didn't say please''

Oooooo you did it now, I heard a little voice in my head. But I don't care I rode on a bike on nothing but a panty and a top, and he's angry why again oh yeah the two inch scratch on his bumper wow.. I would be angry to but sorry i really don't give a shit

''Give me back my jeans''

Dropping them on the floor I walked up to him and picked them up but when our eyes met when I got up...I took a step back.

''What's the matter'' he said smirking

Is it just me or does this guy look like a serial killer right now, this is not a dril run away bitch run away I repeat if you do not want to die run away now.

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