Love Is A Dangerous Game (Anthony Ramos X Reader)

A date

I smiled slightly. I grabbed my crop top and headed over to my mirror. I let out a large grin and fell to my bed, blushing. It wasn't that long ago that I was a kid, freaking out over him. Anthony was always a friend, but I considered him more than one.

I let out a childish giggle running to my living room. My ripped black jeans we're tight and made it harder for me to jump around. I walked over to my window. I saw a familiar tree. It reminded me of a funny time
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"Oh my god! Y/N!," Anthony yelled.

I spun around giggling. My face was a red mess. He p-pushed me. Into the tree. A-and kissed me. I sighed. He meant to drag me back to him. He kissed me on accident.

I giggled and went back to him. I pinched his freckle filled cheeks.

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I walked over to my closet, grabbing my famous "basic bitch" scarf. I let out a forced giggle. I checked my notifications. Lu was still out and about, and Anthony was almost here.

I snatched my phone and text, "hey boo, when u gonna b here? i want you👅👅"

I decided it was a little too kinky and removed the last sentence. I let out a large groan.

I heard my door being casually banged. I let out a yell and said, "Hey fucker! Either you're my date or you're getting the hell away from my door!"

I heard a female voice and groaned. I went down my stairs and opened my door. I saw Anthony with his short hair along with a girl with curly hair.

The girl gave a snarky smile and whispered into Anthony's ear.

"Bro. You could do better. You know you should've gone with Jasmine before I snatched her.," she loudly whispered.

I knew from my childhood years of inferring that I had royally fucked up. I let out a groan.

She stared at me, dumb witted for a second, then let out a giggle. I didn't know to be pissed at the situation, wanting to kill Anthony, or to be mad at the girl. Let's be honest, Anthony was a wreck at that point. He didn't know what to do. I gave him a look that basically told him to spit it out.

"Um. Y/N I'm sorry. I honestly didn't mean to bring her. But, ahem, my twin sister, has a way of bringing herself on to things.," Anthony told me.

I looked at her, who had her iPhone in her hand texting. I gave a smug look and said, "Nice phone choice." She looked up and nodded as a thanks.

I looked at Anthony with disgust. Like, seriously what type of guy can't do anything without his sister. Seriously, did he lose his virginity or some shit with her?

I slammed my door and slid on the wall. I hated him. I grabbed my phone and began to type.