sa·dist
ˈsādist/
noun
a person who derives pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting pain or humiliation on others.
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Milah Mcconaughey is a 16 year old girl who has everything she ever thought she needed. Parents, friends, good e...
All four of us sat in my room, eating some cereal as breakfast. My call with Jared Leto still hasn't left my mind, but I also wasn't sure whether I wanted to tell anyone or not. It's not like this is some big secret or anything, but I want to see what this man is up to before I tell anyone. I don't want to get their hopes up, because there's a big chance I'll say no to whatever it is he wants.
What does he want? I wonder if he knows I'm a minor...
I rolled my eyes at the thought of him and his annoying blue eyes. Sure, he's good looking but his personality sure isn't. I scoffed at that, swallowing some cereal.
"Milah's having another conversation with herself." I heard Daisy say to Charlie, who giggled.
"She's probably thinking about Derek, and how she wants him to-"
"Charlie!" I yelled out with wide eyes, not wanting to find out what he was about to say. "I was just thinking."
"About?" Daisy asked, raising a brow.
All three of their eyes were on me, waiting for an answer. Clearly they know something is up... but honestly, I still don't want to let it out. "Okay...fine. I was thinking about Derek. He's just quite the interesting guy." I said with a shrug, my lying abilities useful at this current moment.
She smirked,leaning back slightly. "Of course I was right."
I shook my head, but continued to eat my cereal.
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The Next Day...
This was it. Today, I'm having this... meeting... with Jared Leto. Am I excited? Kind of. I'm eager to see what his offer is.
I got a text from him saying that he'll be landing in a couple hours, and to meet him at the Starbucks at 5:00 pm. It's 4 o'clock right now, so I have an hour to get ready. I feel like I'm obligated to dress nicely, but at the same time I don't want it to look like I'm just doing it for Jared. Although I want to look professional, so I decided on wearing some ripped skinny jeans, a black crop top and a black and white flannel shirt over it.
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I applied some lip gloss and mascara, tied my hair into a high pony tail, grabbed my brown leather bag and finally walked out of my room, ready to leave. I skipped down the staircase, through the living room, and towards the front door, when I heard my dad call my name.
"Milah? Where are you going?" He asks, walking up to me.
I slightly panicked, because I didn't want anyone knowing about this until it happened. It might just be a prank, you never know. "I'm uh, going to Starbucks and meeting up with Daisy. We're gonna go over some homework there."
