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It had been a week since Bailey's escapade with the guy she had deemed 'Butt Boy'. She still refused to tell me her name, and I was beginning to wonder whether she actually bothered to learn the guy's name to start with.
I hadn't bothered telling her about the intruder of our apartment the same night, and I wasn't going to. The Michael guy hadn't tried to contact me, so I had assumed that by the time I shoved him out of my apartment with my number on a slip of paper, he was still too drunk to comprehend what was going on.
So now, here I was a week later, rolling out of bed with a groan to get ready for another 8am university class. Rubbing a hand roughly across my face I stumble into the bathroom and get ready to have a shower.
Just as the water starts streaming from the shower head to warm up, my phone buzzes. I let go of the hem of the shirt I was about to take off, and lean over to grab the phone.
The screen was lit up with a text notification, something so ordinary, yet it was from an unknown number. Opening my phone I read the text message and narrow my eyes in confusion.
Unknown Number: hey ;))
Me: who is this?
Unknown Number: come on, princess, don't tell me that you've already forgotten me
Me: whoever you are, stop texting this number or I'll call the police
Unknown Number: oh please, you didn't call the police when I broke into your apartment I doubt that you'll call the police because of a few text messages.
Well there was only one person I had met that had recently broken into my apartment, the only person to break into my apartment ever. Leaning over into the shower, I shut the water off.
Me: Michael?
Unknown Number: heya princess ;)
Me: why are you texting me? And stop calling me princess
Unknown Number: well, baby girl when someone gives you their number you tend to call them or if you're feeling particularly frisky you can- ready for it? It's crazy- send them a text message *gasp*
Me: wow, even over text your still an asshole. And don't call me baby girl either. It's weird.
Unknown Number: wow that really hurt :(
Me: good.
Unknown Number: anywayyyyy
Me: anyway, what?
Unknown Number: wyd ;)
Me: about to get in the shower
Unknown Number: without me;)
Me: I don't even know you
Unknown Number: haha you've met me though ;)
Me: You broke into my apartment drunk, and the only reason I didn't call the cops was because my dog liked you
Unknown Number: yeah but you liked me as well right ;)
Me: can you just leave me alone?
He didn't respond after that.
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SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY FOR LIKE 2-3 MONTHS SCHOOL WAS KINDA HECTIC AND THEN I'M ALSO ON A STUDENT EXCHANGE IN GERMANY. I PROMISE I AM GOING TO TRY AND UPDATE THIS AGAIN IN LIKE A WEEK XX
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Fuckboy // m.c
Fanfic"You know you're a fuckboy right?" "Yeah, but I'm your fuckboy." "There's no such thing as being someone's fuckboy. You're either one or you aren't." "Well, princess," he mumbles, his lips pressed to my neck. "I guess I'm just yours then." // Mature...
