My 2nd Life with O2L (Kian Lawley)

Ch 5 uh wut

Kylees POV

I woke up in Kian's sweat shirt in my bed.

Hopping up, I walked to my closet retrieving my Memorial Day soccer tourney tee and some black Adidas sweats. I threw on my all black nike free run 5.0s, shoving the laces inside because I was not feeling the need to tie them at the moment.

Walking down stairs I noticed my dad, once again, wasn't home. He's a movie producer and I'm probably not going to see much of him at all. Still, I left a note telling him I was going to Starbucks, just in the slight chance he came home.

Grabbing my Vera Bradley wallet and the keys to my 2009 white GMC serria, I walked out side.

Placing the key into the ignition, I turned around to back out. Then I just about screamed to find a happy smiley Sam standing behind my truck, inches away from the bed.

"Sam what the hell are you doing!?!?" I screamed.

"I was taking wishbone for a walk" he stated plainly

"Move" I demanded

He moved and I backed out of my drive stopping long enough to flick him off with a smile. He's so weird sometimes. Like he's up to something.

I arrived at the mall and made my way to Starbucks.

Not minding that it was Saturday and there was some anima convention. Not to be rude but I think we all know the type of people that go to those things.
When I walked in all I saw were nerdy teenage boys who look like they hide in their basements all day. Then I saw packs of girls who looked like they lacked common social skills and some appeared to be homosexual.

Ignoring all my thoughts and the uncomfortableness I was feeling, I tugged open the Starbucks door and walked in.

My nose was bombarded by the familiar smell of coffee beans and hot chocolate.

I was waiting in line when I felt someone brush against my butt. I ignored it thinking it was just an accident, but it happened again.
And again.

The third time I turned around ready to slap whatever jerky guy I see.

"Hey just what the fuck do you think your doing?" I growled surprised to see a girl.

She had olive color skin, black hair cut just underneath her chin with bangs, blue oval glasses, poor posture, and long slender fingers.

She was wearing kaki green cargo capris with a maroon tank top and a kaki green cargo looking cover up thing.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I repeated with a more annoyed tone.

"Feisty I like it" she smirked

Definitely creeping the shit out of me.

"Oh fuck off" I hissed

"Peppermint mocha for Kylee" the barista yelled

I walked over to get my coffee and walked out. Just to be chased out by that girl.

"I'm Isabella" she said resting her elbow on my shoulder.

"Get. off. of. me" I screamed

She laughed this weird cackling laugh and slipped me a piece of paper with her name on it.

"I don't roll that way sweetheart so keep it" I said shoving it back at her, smiling falsely, and practically running away.




A/n

Look I have absolutely no problem with lesbians or gays. My aunt is a lesbian. but when your a lesbian at the age of 13 like some people I know who are also obsessed with anima. like it's not even normal anima, it's sexual anima of like gays doing IT and stuff. that just creeps me out.
Okay anyways I have no clue where this is going to go so yeah haha
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