Rejected By My Mate

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Like five minutes later Rider James texted me back to ask me who Kyle Biker was. I told him he was the wholly mediocre smoking hot babe from the pic. I think Rider James cried because then he didn't answer me for a while until he told me to meet him at the mansion immediately.

"I totally think our stupid and manipulative bulljingle plan worked." I squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. Instantly Emelie joined me in jumping up and down, which she screamed for another like ear piercing amount of time until Jimmy Falcon chimed in.

"I still jingling hate that you jingles change the word to jingle." he whined. Evelyn turned on him with smouldering, sexually tense eyes and stared at him. A large black and sparkly aura started to emanate from her which made me uncomfortable because things should be black, purple and sparkly and without the purple it was just unnerving and scary.

"No one jingling asked you, Falcon." she said, glaring at him until the suspense got too thick. Then she turned away in typical badboy fashion and stalked into the darkness and shadows, leaving Jimmy Falcon there to reach in her direction with one hand and fist the other over his heart, expressing pure heartbreak in his face.

He then dropped to the floor like a dying wasp and curled up and sucked his thumb. "Jimmy Falcon is my full name. That's my first name. Falcon isn't my surname. It's Grzeskiewicz." he then stayed laying on the floor and pretended to die. Assassino joined him, crying heavily about the loss of his quarter.

When he got said quarter I don't know. I don't even know if he actually had a quarter. All I know is that now he didn't have the possibly nonexistent quarter and he was laying in a puddle of his own tears on the floor.

Meanwhile, I have no idea what Kyle Biker was doing, but I'll assume it was something stupid and bizzare too since I totally used him in every way to get back with the original badboy I chose to associate with. And being the typical borderline sociopath of a generic teen fiction character, I didn't care about any of this. Instead, I stole the car keys from Emelie and jacked the car and drove home.

In the driveway, Rider James was leaned against the Lamborghini completely naked except for a pair of Michael Jackson white gloves and a top hat. He looked soul crushed, but also like a total sex god from a difference.

"I missed you so much, Rider James."

"Who the bleep are you?"

"Ugh, Rider James the word is jingle now, not bleep, geez."

"Oh, uh. Who the jingle are you?" Rider James asked with a super irresistible sexy grunt at the end.

"I'm Peaches Jane!" I huffed.

"Nah, Peaches Jane was a troll boar pig hybrid. You're hot."