High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 30

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I had to go. To leave. Arguing with her wasn't solving shit, but she was being so damn stubborn and bratty. I wasn't going to let her get to me.

As the words left my mouth, I wasted no time in leaving the house. Before I did, I looked back at her. "And don't come back to my house. At all. If you fucking do, I'll call the cops."

I made my way out the house, Gwen following behind me, calling my name as I left.

"Rowen! Rowen! Wait!"

I stopped, keeping my back turned to her.

"What?"

She huffed as she came beside me, placing her hands on her knees.

"A-are you okay?"

I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. Why was she worried?

"Yeah. It's just her.. she aggravates me so fucking bad that I just want to.. want to punch her. Kick her I don't know. Its only her who can do that, the only one who works my nerves." I muttered. Gwen didn't seem fazed about me describing how I wanted to hurt Marnie. She only smiled, before reaching up and kissing my cheek.

"Well, if you need anyone, you can call me. I promise, you can trust me."

With a wink and a geniune smile, she ran to her car, speeding down the street.

Author's Note: a very shoort chappie :) hope u liked it guys.