Jake was going to be at my front door in roughly twenty minutes, which was how long he was gonna be staying in my room after (ayyyyy). I should have probably started getting ready a lot earlier, but I honestly just don't give enough fucks. Stacy my bestest friend and my greatest enemy, would be appalled by my lack of planning, but i'm appalled by her face so she can suck a dick.
Suddenly, I hear a knock outside my door and Stacy struts in with a bag over her head.
"Hi Aurora, your mom let me in, and I know how much you hate my face heehee," Stacy said.
"Well you're right about that. I'm gonna run late you thot, help me find some clothes and don't come at me with your ugly bullshit," I reply back sassily.
"you got it, love!" she swung open the door to my closed and pushed aside my massive collection of black capes. "what about THIS!" she exclaimed as she pulled out a wrinkly yellow dress on the floor of the closet.
it was ugly as fuck but it matched the tips of the flame on jacob's shirts. all his shirts
were button down flame ones, the legacy of the fieri men. in an omen to his people, i decided to wear the dress coupled with spiky hair covered in mayo, as i didn't have white dye. there was no way he could hold back from me when i'm looking like this.
unless he doesn't want to fuck his dad. But honestly who wouldn't? His dad was a god, his legs muscular from his refusal to ever use a chair, his hair so beautiful and radiant. His eyes shone with fire, the fire that lived within the depth of his soul that had awakened my heart, my love, my passion. jake may be the love of my life, but guy would be the love of my afterlife.
DING DONG
I knew that was Jake and I began to internally panic. Stacy was still here making the place dull and terrible like her, and I knew she would never agree to bring thrown out the window. so, i did the only logical thing i could, i stuffed the ball gag i hid in
my nightstand in her mouth and shoved her into the dark depths of my closet.
She protested a bit but we both knew she would never be any match for me, a clearly superior being. I then walked over to the door and answered it, coming face to face with the man of my dreams.
"mladyyyy," jake smirked, offering to take my hand. Then he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to his car, throwing me in the back seat violently.
Come on kids! Chuckycheese closes at 7" his mom yelled
When we ignored her, she screamed "Get in the damn car! Or I'll fucking run you over."she screamed.
"Oh dear" I squeaked running for the car.
"She's kidding.. I hope" Jake stuttered.
"Now don't be fooling around while I'm there. Don't want ya to get cooties!" PHis mom said.
"Your mom scares me" I whisper to Jake but HIS MOM HEARS
"WELL FUCK YOU TOO." She yells.
"I'm sorry" he replies, embarrassed!"
The car left and we took off to Chuckycheese. I loved that place. I'm super competitive. Last time I went I threatened to take out a five year olds eye because he cut me off in line.
"So what do you wanna do?" Jake asks politely.
"Marry you and have your babies." I said in my head, or so I thought.
"Um what?" Jake said awkwardly.
"What?" I said loudly. "Oh look, what a nice cloud. I say pointing to the sky.
"Um where?" Jake asked curiously.
I looked out and saw a completely clear sky. "Well shit." I said under my breath.
"Language!" Jakes mom screams before throwing her phone at my face.
Jake shoots his hand out, saving me from a rather nasty bruise. "My hero!" I cried, hugging him aggressively.
Jake looked slightly creeped out at my outburst. I was about to try and clear up the awkward atmosphere but we suddenly arrived at Chuckycheese.
We stepped out and I tried to grab Jakes hand. But he suddenly had to scratch his nose then put his hands in his pockets. I frowned and looked at him WHY THE HELL WONT THIS BITCH LIKE ME. I stuffed my hand in his pocket and held it in there.
'Haha I got you now.' I thought to myself.
Jake literally pushed me to the ground. "You've been such a freak this whole time." He kicked me "Sociopath."
He and his mom took off and left me at the Chuckycheese. That's the story of my first heartbreak, and a long ass walk home.
