I knew there was a valid reason why parents, teachers, doctors and everyone else medical related or not say that you should speak about your feelings...
However, I hadn't and I was pissed!
For the last ten minutes I had been negotiating the security on the private community, to let me in with my car. Because I needed to get there faster than what a set of little short ass legs could!
Self hating was high from my anger levels too.
"I'm sorry ma'am. You know-"
"I just gave you $50 to buzz me in!" I fired back.
"What $50?" He asked smirking.
"The money in your fucking pocket!"
"Ma'am, please do not swear, you can go on. Your name is on the list, however your car isn't, like I said the other day."
I screamed in frustration and got out slamming my car door. Squaring up to the security guard I narrowed my eyes "You are a useless! Look at how short I am! Do you know how long it took me last time?! Look at my shoes!" I pointed to a pair of heels.
"Oh are they Gucci?!" He sasses making me lip quiver in agitation.
"Fashion isn't my thing sweetheart, bay 3 is empty." He smiled.
I growled and got back in slamming the car door and driving into the bay, I got out giving him the evils before walking to the gate.
"It's always a pleas-"
"Oh eat this!" I yelled throwing my finger up at him.
The side gate opened and I walked through still holding my finger up and refusing to push the door closed behind me.
"Shut the gate!" He called.
"Get off your lazy fat ass and do it!" I yelled back.
I quickened my pace when he got off his seat in case he was gonna chase me off the community.
In fact, I kinda broke into a small run...
Getting enough distance, I grinned and fixed my attention on the next problem.
Aaron freakin' Goodwin!
My calves burned after the 30 minute power walking, reminding me that I really should get some more exercise, but this was more of resistance training now, the fact the whole thing was up hill!
And I was resistant to actually exercise...
Get it? Thanks I'm here all week.
I shut off my head from the comedy act as his house came into view. Huffing up two steps, I banged on his front door.
With no answer, I began hitting it louder until I fell inwards as the door opened, hitting the ground, I looked up to see Aaron.
"Is there a reason why you are abusing people, bribing them and also trying to break my door?" He asked.
I scrambled up brushing off my coat. "Yes! There is a reason for everything I do!.... Kinda." I replied.
"Get in before the neighbours call the police." He grunted.
I drew back when he reached for me and slid past his hand.
"I'm not going to hurt you! I said sor-"
"Paint!" I called over him pointing to his fingers.
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Fanfiction"-No offence. But I thought with a last name of Goodwin? You'd have nothing but good luck." He scoffed and looked down at his phone. "You have no idea.." ---------**--------- Aspiring photographer, Luna Kasper Clarke moved to America to follow her...