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Suicide Squad Was A Dope Movie.

Hey.

I've seen you before. Do you come here often?

While I was writing that sentence, I started laughing so hard that my mum came up to my room to check on me.

Anyways, enjoy my soft fluffy white marshmallows.

Or you could be pink. Depends on what you like.

I was sitting behind the reception desk, both feet resting on the desk. I was filling in for Andre, the Caucasian who worked all the weekend day shifts. Apparently his girlfriend was pregnant and he had to take a paternity leave. Kinda sucks seeing as their both seniors, like me.

I snickered to myself. Somebody should've worked on their pullout game.

My dad was the owner of Fitz of Fun, a nationwide company dedicated to providing fun of all kinds. We specialized in everything; from theme parks and water parks to massive indoor trampolines and seven story obstacle courses.

One could say I had had a very stimulating childhood.

I was presently in Fitz of Fun's Fire Flights, the skydiving branch just on the outskirts of West Molley. Don't ask about my dad's obsession with 'F's. It's a very traumatizing story. FOR ME.

I know what you're thinking. What kind of sane seventeen-year-old male, sits manning the reception, while they could be jumping out of a plane with a fucking bed sheet strapped to their back?

The answer is quite simple.

If my dad were to ever happen to glance at the cctv footage, and see me not at my desk, he would flip a shit.

Which would mean bad, bad things for me.

The glass doors swung open and a boy around my age walked in. I'd seen him around school, but I didn't know his name, seeing as I'd barely spoken two fucking sentences to anyone in that school and gotten a reply.

Except for that firecracker with white hair. She seemed like a keeper.

But I don't keep girls. I like sex with no strings. It's easier that way.

I'd give her a week, two tops, until she was writhing under me and clawing at my sheets.

I was smiling at the mental image, when the Asian kid got to the desk.

He winced when he saw me, and swore under his breath. Except it was completely audible.

"Look who's happy to see me." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

So there we stood, staring at each other. Technically I was sitting, but that's not important. The doors opened again, but I was too caught up in the stare down to check who it was.

So you can imagine my surprise when Firecracker sidled up to the Asian kid. She shouldn't be hanging out with assholes like him. Just a few days ago she'd been dating my whore of a cousin, but luckily for me, she'd ended that bullshit quickly.

They were here alone, maybe he was her boyfriend.

Not that I was jealous. If I wanted, she'd be dropping Asian kid at the snap of my fingers.

She smiled at me. I'm not going to lie, her smile was beautiful. It was the kind of smile that lit up rooms.

God, that sounded wimpy.

A little part of me smirked, because she had smiled at me, not her boyfriend.

Snap of my fingers.