❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: This Girl - Kungs
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"You are coming down with me right now!" I screeched, pulling on River's arm as hard as possible. He clinged onto the frame of his hotel door tighter, before dramatically crying, "No! Leave me alone, you crazy person! Go back to the asylum you escaped from!" I was not going to have it.
It had been fifteen minutes already, and I did not plan on going downstairs empty handed. I sighed, taking a quick breather as he laughed, thinking he'd won. I was set in proving him wrong.
Teasingly, he chuckled as I continued dragging him away from his hotel door. "I'd love to see Harley's face when you go down stairs without me."
Grinning sarcastically, I clenched my jaw before answering, "Then why don't you just come downstairs with me and see it for yourself?" I didn't think he would fall for it. There was no way that I thought a singer who had won multiple awards would actually fall for that.
But he did. Even if it was for a moment. He briefly let go of the door frame and I took this as I chance to grab his wrist but trying to man handle somebody taller than you, was a lot harder than you'd imagine. River quickly grasped it again before letting out a childish chant that sounded a lot like the Horrid Henry theme tune.
"You didn't seriously think I was that stupid?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as I snorted before mumbling to myself. "The pretty ones are always stupid." I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. He smacked his hands on his heart, before giggling. "Aw! She thinks I'm pretty-"
Kill me now.
Literally.
Take a bullet or two and go crazy.
I winced as an image went through my mind. Too graphic.
At that moment, I lost my temper. Realising something, my eyes lit up as I grabbed the door handle. Without thinking, I slammed shut the door crushing Rivers fingers.
"Aw shit!" He screamed, grabbing his fingertips. For a few seconds I felt bad for him but I reminded myself how he planned on leaving me stranded in the midst of a cat fight that I wasn't even supposed to be in. I shook at the memory.
Damn, those fake acrylic nails of hers still gave me nightmares.
Before he could run away again, I wrapped my hand around his wrist dragging him towards the staircase with me, making him let out another girly scream.
"You're brutal," he whined at me, making me scoff. Clearly, he barely knew me. "I know," I replied with a straight face as he sighed frustartated. But then the torture started.
