Disaster

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When I walk through my door I'm greeted by my golden retriever Lilly. I've had her for about a year so she is only a year old.

It's pretty late so I try not to wake Riley up and I climb into bed.

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I wake up and go into the kitchen to have some cereal.

I finish my bowl and go wake up Riley since she is usually up by now.

When I open her door I see a guy in her bed.

"Riley!" I yell.

" Oh, hey Alex, this is Nathan, and he's in college." She says.

" So you make a big deal about me not sleeping with anyone, and this is what you do?" I ask.

" Um, sorry?" she says.

" Do you even know him?" I ask.

" Well I went to the market last night, and he was in front of me in line." she says.

" Really? Sleeping with guys you don't know." I say.

" I'm just gonna go." Nathan says.

I leave the room and go to take a shower.

I get out and blow dry my hair.

I throw on some American flag shorts, my combat boots, and a white tank top, with a black necklace.

I walk out and grab my bag of school stuff, mostly art.

I walk to Riley and we get in her car.

The car ride is silent until Riley speaks up.

" I'm sorry." she says.

" For what?" I ask monotone.

" Sleeping with random guys." she says.

" Wait guysssss?" I ask. " How many guysss are there?"

" Well, there's Nathan and there's," she starts.

" You whore!" I say.

" Alex?" she says.

" I don't want to know the amount of guys, just stop here and I'll walk." she pulls the car over and I get out.

I start walking when I hear a familiar sound.

" hey do you want a ride?" he asks.

" My hero, here to save me from walking." I say as I slip my body up onto the motorcycle.

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IMPORTANT MESSAGE

I'm ending the chapter right here because I don't really know if I want to continue so comment me and tell me you want more of the story, want me to remove the story, or if you want me to give it a really strange ending.

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