Annabelle

i vow to stop girls from sculpting their butts into nicki's ass

-KELVIN-

"What the.." I exclaimed as the mysterious girl atop of me pulled my mask off.

"What? B-b-b-bu-but," she stuttered as her lower lips trembled. I wanted to call security but decided not to after looking at at that pitiful face. Tears threatened to fall from her face as she screamed at me : " Why?! Why do you have your other side of your face! "

I stood up and swept the dust off my coat. " I do believe that you are abit tipsy miss, do allow me to drive you home," i smiled at her. That was when i recognized that bear stocking. It was the profile picture of the girl whom i had invited to this party on ask.fm. Gosh-never making that mistake again. I carried her-princess style- to my BMW and started up the car.

But before that, I took a selfie of my half face and captioned it: "Just bringing another tipsy girl home." Within secomds, I had a comment.

"WILL YOU BRING ME HOME IF I HAD A BUTT TRANSPLANT-I HEARD THAT YOU HAVE A FETISH FOR GIRLS WHO GOT BUTT TRANSPLANTS BE4♡" it read. Gosh that was totally fake. I only said that i liked nicki minaj it was those girls who got the idea that i had a silicone butt fetish. Disgusting.

"Isn't that true," the girl said as she leaned closer towards me.

" Gosh you almost gave me a heart attack-OF COURSE NOT!" I retaliated before crossing my arms in disbelief. Unexpectedly she hugged me from behind the car seat.

I blushed for abit before realizing the cold metal guns positioned below my chin. "If i ever see that another girl gets her butt done for you i will kill you," she whispered, sending chills down my spine.

"Now what do you have against big butts!" I yelled, exasperated, " besides, I didn't even say that i liked big butts."

"You like nicki minaj dont you. Well i hate her. What is she doing-trying to out twerk miley? Miley is queen! Just beacuse she has a flat butt dosen't mean she can't twerk! At least she isn't plastic!" The girl exclaimed before crying on my backseat.

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Sorry if this chapter was a big boring. Well-thats because Kelvin is boring pfffttttt. So girls. The moral of this story is to not worship people with booties and not stalk people. Im serious. It can be dangerous and as such, i have written this book to raise awareness. I may continue if i have time. In the mean time-save your booties and delete your instagram acct. Sayonara ♥