I'm Bad. You're Worse.

Deep Shit

I am in such deep shit right now, it isn't even funny. Although it probably would be if I weren't being held at gun-point at the moment. And all because of a boy.

Lord, what have I come to?

Please don't let me die yet.

I haven't fixed my broken nail yet!

Why am I still trying to be funny when I'm about to die? I guess it's a defense mechanism. Yeah, I know, I'm weird. You can shut up now.

And in case you're wondering, blame Jake. This is all his fault. I wouldn't even be here if not for his ridiculous shenanigans.

Although I do admit he's crazy hot. And he looks so bad-ass right now. Yummy.

Did I mention that he's incredibly hot when he's mad? (Even though he's pretty damn scary, too.)

And those eyes... Dear Lord in heaven, I could just melt.

At least if I die he'll be the last thing I see. A nice little dream for my sleep-death or whatever.

Huh. Is there such a thing as sleep death? Wierd.

Anyway, moving on.

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Right, so this chapter is exactly the same (with a few tweaks) as the Preface, but this is actually where I got the Preface from, I'd already thought this up as a chapter, so there you go. :)

This chapter doesn't really matter, anyway. It's just that I wanted to go through with my plan of making this a chapter.

Tally ho! To the next chapter, on we go!

-Sofi ❤