It all started when I heard a knock at my door, it was late, who could this be?I opened it and to my surprise It was just the pizza man demanding I pay for the pizza And he was soaking wet: not in a good way - he'd obviously forgotten his umbrella.I looked into his eyes.Dark as Shit and stuff And I knew something was off about this man He gave me the pizza and walked away.
I opened the pizza box
That son of a bitch gave me vegetarian when I ordered meat feast
The dick
I ran out the door while he had hopped onto his motorbike
With my great aim thanks to Ms Cool (my chubby if morbidly obese P.E teacher who insists we do the cooper run every week) I threw that pizza box right into one of the weels of the motor bike and he was off
I had surely expected him to be unconscious (I'm not that much of a bad thrower) but he he got up, cleaned himself up and walk up to me
He slowly made his way
It was 4 minutes before he had arrived at my door again...
"You don't know who your dealing with" he said his velvety voice ringing in my ears
I look up, rain falling from his dark hair
He was sorta cute, like those mysterious guys you read about in books that appear out of no where
"And who is It I'm dealing with?"countered
For Amaani, Zoha and lira !
