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“You better runaway baby, 'cause everything you heard is true.”
- runaway baby, Bruno Mars
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Ethan
"You are so unique." I repeated my words -- which I have had said to countless number of girls in the spam of three hours -- to another girl, whose name I had forgotten midway during my Valentine's special flirt speech.
"Ethan, thank you so much." She pushed at the pink rose.
I had to buy tons of pink roses yesterday. Being a player has it's own expenses after all.
Hi, I am Ethan Justin Rodriguez, a freshman year student at Westview University of Atlanta. I am a lady's man, a flirt, and I can lie more fluently than I speak.
Ever since I was a child everyone used to pull my cheeks and say, "Aww, he is so cute." As a five year old, I hated it, but as I grew up I realized that good looks can keep you out of most of the problems. So I utilised mine. Simple.
I was about to kiss the girl, who was hanging in my arms when a feminine voice distracted me. "Ethan!"
I turned around completly irritated. Damn I was so close. I looked at her. And I didn't recognize her, however I did recognize the pink rose in her hand.
Deep shit.
The next few minutes included, cussing me, throwing the pink roses at my face, and a lot of tantrums. And all this while I was just trying to remember the names of these two crazy girls in front of me. What was the name?
They left sobbing, but all I could make out in this whole chaos was weird pig-snorts sound in between loud laughters. I didn't have to turn around to know who it was.
"Avalyn Thomas!" I growled turning around.
And there stood the worst mistake of my life, laughing so hard that she had tears around the crinkles of her eyes.
Two words for Avalyn: Female Satan. Period.
I made a mistake around two years back, during the junior year of high school. The mistake of dating Avalyn. Needless to say that I was fooling around with her. But the moment she got got to know about it, she didn't cry. No. She didn't throw a single tantrum. Except for spreading the rumors that I was impotent -- which is a LIE. I was so much humiliated because of that.
I regret dating her. I really do.
"What's your problem, Ava?" I asked completly irritated from her laughing.
"Awe Ethan, isn't it clear," "my problem is you." She stopped right in front of me. "And I like the idea of every thing which can make you go through shit even remotely."
"I hate you." I told her.
"I know." She winked at me before turning around and walking away. "And yes, more girls are coming this way. You are in deep shit, Rodriguez." She said.
