Chapter 3- Life loves me exactly like how Hitler loved Jews.
Yola! I’m back after travelling for months in the Sahara desert and fighting extreme conditions, you guys should thank the stars that I’m alive…
Fine, I’m lying, and the reason for my tardiness is the classic student excuse EXAMS.
Oh joy.
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“Jesus! I think I might have to find some extra space in Mars to fit all this junk.” I complained to Tango, who was busy chewing his toy bone to give a crap about me. Even Tango gave up on me and my rants.
I sighed. I could feel Tango’s reprimanding gaze on me, I bet he must be thinking-
Get over your whiny Bella Swan attitude woman, and come toss a ball to me!
Nevermind. I secured the tape on the last box and slid to the floor exhaling, rubbing Tango’s head, feeling the soft fur brush against my finger’s, and the spoiled baby snuggled closer to me, obviously loving to be pampered.
I looked around the room and exhaled again.
Ten boxes. Yep. Ten boxes filled with Ryan’s trash in my house.
Yes, I was amazing at setting boundaries. But on the other hand it was not like I got Ryan with a ‘Cheater’ tag on his head instead, I got him in a package filled with hot looks, toe curling kisses and sexy stares.
But that’s how all heartbreaker’s come right?
My phone rang and I saw Austin’s caller ID and I felt a small smile tug at my mouth almost involuntarily.
It was almost three weeks now, Austin and I were friends now, I guess?
We talked almost every day. Did that classify as friends?
I received his call, with a smile but my mood was still down in the dumps, rotting with my broken heart.
“Hey…” I greeted and I immediately winced at how off I sounded.
I heard Austin chuckle.
“Well. Aren’t you a little ray of sunshine?”
“Yeah, I could put the Sun to shame with my brightness.” I clipped.
I could practically feel his frown at the other end.
“What got your panties in a bunch, cheesy girl?”
My mouth formed a lopsided grin at the mention of my nick name, as I felt my mood lighten.
“Oh, nothing much..I’m peachy..er, I mean I’m fine.” I lied.
“You know half the time girl’s say ‘I’m fine’ they are lying. So what have you got to hide cupcake?”
I pouted.
“First of all, I am not a cupcake and second, I’m fine.”
“Liar.”
“Not.”
“Please, I can practically feel the nonsense drip from your words, and are you trying to get me sick? Because I am allergic to bull crap.”
I sighed, if there was something I learnt about Austin in three weeks then he is as stubborn as a mule.
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