The String Around Her Finger

Glorious Dumbass, Messy Hair, And A Glaring Clock

Heya guys! Welcome to my first official story on Wattpad! (I have one other short you can check out back on my profile, but this is the first official one in my eyes). I would love to see comments, opinions and more!

The girl in the pic is Ali, for some reason I couldn't add more than one pick to show Enrique, help? :/

This is a gift to my wonderful boyfriend 🖤

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One... Two... Three... Ugh! The black eyed, frizzy haired girl groaned in heavy annoyance, dark eyes glaring up at the lazily moving fan before turning to look over at the clock beside her bed, it glaring in annoyingly bright red letters reminding her that it was 2:03 in the morning without a wink of sleep and an afternoon of work the next day. With a heavy sigh she rolled over in bed and grabbed her charging phone off the nightstand, groaning and jerking away from it as it lit up a bright blue in her face, near blinding her even more irritated looking eyes. After a brief moment of recovery she tapped the messenger app and it pulled up into a chat with someone she had named "Glorious Dumbass." Immediately she texted him, the annoyance she felt clear even in her text "It's not fucking workiiing." She texted in a heavy whine, staring intently at the screen for a few moments as the bubbling little dots popped up to show the person on the other end was responding, a message soon popping up saying "You literally left like 3 minutes ago! Of course it's not going to work!" She groaned and glared heavily at the words, storming a reply with an intensity only she could muster. "Yeah well its still not working so fuck it." She glared and grumbled to herself, sitting up in bed with a heavy huff, gazing around the dark room for a few moments before deciding she was hungry, suddenly not so bothered at not being able to fall asleep she bounced herself off the bed, stretched out to grab her phone, and happily skipped from the room, tumbling down the stairs in a rapid pace and turning left into the small kitchen below.

"What shall I have..." She muttered to herself, opening cupboard after cupboard and the fridge three and a half times before groaning and falling onto a coach in the next room, sprawling out on it and lifting her phone up to her face, seeing her disheveled appearance in the black screen. She glared slightly and the mess in the reflection glared back, showing crazy, tangled, curly black hair, skin pale enough to scare you, and eyes too dark to see the pupils. There were slight dark bags under her eyes from not sleeping enough, and the clear sent of a cigarette left lingering on her clothing. At 18 years old and living by herself for a year already she wasn't doing too bad. She had a few friends, mostly consisting of gay guys or nerds, and a decent, well paying job, or three... Normally she looked much better than this, with her unruly hair swept up in a messy bun or pony tail, a light layer of makeup on her face to hide the dark circles, a pair of unneeded glasses resting on her nose, and skin, well, still pale.

With a mildly annoyed roll of her eyes at the reflection she then pressed her thumb against the home button and was immediately greeted with a string of 6 texts, each one either trying to coax her back to bed or accusing her of never sleeping and finally telling her of how much she needed to sleep. She let out a slight breathy laugh and texted a swift reply back "Yeah like you're one to talk, you never sleep!" Immediately the dots appeared, the message reading seen before the dots disappeared for a few moments, finally coming back and popping up with a simple text face that looked something like this ":3" She once again rolled her eyes and swiftly typed that she was simply going to watch a movie, not finding any interest in trying to go back to sleep or hurt her burning eyes by staring at her phone any longer. So with those thoughts in mind she typed a swift goodnight and short lecture on why he should be asleep, completely ignoring the reply from him that retorted how she needed the sleep more, and swiftly stood up, dropping her phone on the couch as she wandered back into the kitchen, her movements much more sluggish then when she first got up. She hummed softly to herself, grabbing a drink from the fridge as she thought of when she first met the boy labeled "Glorious Dumbass."