Is This Destiny? 3

Is This Destiny? 3- Part 6

It all came flooding back to me, I seriously can not like this guy or be friends with him. However, no matter how much I tried to speak to him it was no use because he still followed me. As I was about to walk into my office, I turned to face him and pushed his body. He didn't move a single muscle, either because I wasn't strong enough or he was pretty strong himself. 'Will you just leave me alone?!' I narrowed my eyes at him. 'Why so moody?' He winked. 'You're so arrogant.' 'And you're so moody.' He said, trying to copy the way I talk. 'Look!' I sighed, 'I'm very busy and I don't have time to play games so if you don't mind, just go back in the studio and make yourself a cup of tea or something.' I shooed him away but he just smirked at me like he was planning something pretty big. 'Hmm..' He mumbled, stroking his chin and trying to make it look like he was giving it a good thought, 'How about...' He smirked at me again, 'No!' 'God, please help me.' I prayed. 'Jeez, I'm not that bad.' He laughed pretending to be hurt. I seriously had enough of him, he was getting on my nerves. He's so annoying that I just literally want to punch him on the face. It probably won't do anything to him though because he's really strong and I'm very weak. 'Ugh!!' I grunted. He copied me but in a really intimidating girly voice. I turned around and literally ran to my office. I slammed the door shut until I heard a loud noise on my door. 'Bubbly-tops!' I shrieked. 'He can't be that stupid to walk into a door, right?' I thought to myself, 'Unless, he was about to walk into my office and I slammed the door right onto his face?' I'm in a lot of trouble when Sandra finds out that I had just slammed the door on a 'front-page-magazine' guy. I slowly opened the door and there he was lying on the floor, with closed eyes and a big red mark on his forehead. He wasn't moving. 'Fuck my life.'