S u n d a y , J u n e 1 2
- 8:45 pm -
[ -slides into your DMs- Look who's back babe ;) ]
{ Leave me tf alone }
[ Ouch...I've been wounded ]
{ Good, now go away. }
[ Stop applying salt onto my wound. You're making me sad :( ]
{ Then stop texting me weirdo. Isn't that easy to do? -.- }
[ Not in my case, no. If you don't like me texting you, then why do you keep sending replies back? ;) ]
{ Fine. If that's what it takes...adios bitch }
[ No no no I was kidding! ]
[ Don't leave me! Come back!! :((( ]
[ Shit... ]
YOU ARE READING
That Vans Chick
Short Story[ Wanna make a deal? ] { I'm game } [ Ik you somehow like to keep your identity hidden from me, so I was thinking...If I find out who you are without pictures and all that bull crap - and this takes my stalking skills to a whole new level - you will...
