Chapter 13

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This chapter is kinda sorta longer than my usual chapters

Nathan

Me- HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY!!!!💞💞💞💞😘😘😘😘😘

Bryce🖤- Thank you baby 😘 Can't wait to c ur cute little face today

Me- Stop.

Bryce🖤- Nope!! It's my B-day!! I can do what I want!!

Me- This doesn't seem very fair... 

Bryce🖤- Yeah. It's night. I'm stealing u tonight. My friends are throwing this stupid hangout thingy for my B-day... Since today is Friday they want to stay up all fucking night. So you need to be there with me or they will tease me for being old. And so I have someone to cuddle with.

Me- U r old!! U can vote! U r an inch taller than me! UR OLD!! 

Bryce🖤- Wtf... What does my height have to do with anything? And I thought it was half an inch or something...

Me- 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ It just does

Bryce🖤- Whatever u say babe. I'll c u at school

Me- I'm going to bring balloons

Bryce🖤- I will break up with you

Me- No u won't

Bryce🖤- Wanna bet??

Me- No!!!!!! I just want to give you balloons😢😭Idk what I did to deserve this😭😭

Bryce🖤- Aww baby!! I'm kidding. U can bring balloons

Me- Yeah... Like I'm dragging those mother fuckers into my car... fuck that... I made you something and got you something too

Bryce🖤- Aww baby!! U didn't have to

Me- But I did... Byes!!

Even though I'm a guy, I really want to bawl my eyes out over stupid shit as girls do. I spent 3 hours looking up a recipe, baking, and icing 24 cupcake's that say:

HAPPY FUCKING B-DAY BRYCE!!

They fell over. The entire fucking container flipped upside down. The red writing and chocolate frosting are all messed up and smudged onto the top of the container. All my hard work. Wasted.

This is why I can't have or do nice things. I end up ruining it.

At least his present isn't ruined. It really can't because it takes up the entire trunk.  Also, the strawberries dipped in chocolate isn't ruined. They really can't get ruined unless they got ran over.

I park my vehicle in the school parking lot, groaning as I looked at the cupcakes. I grumble profanities under my breath as I text Bryce.

Me- Please come to my car in the parking lot... Like today isn't my day

Bryce🖤-  Is everything okay?

Me- No. Come outside. To my car. Please.

Bryce🖤-  I'll be there in a second baby

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