I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 22 - DiD yOu JuSt SpOnGeBoB mEmE mE

*Author's Note: Another intense sex scene ahead. I personally can't decide whether or not the shower one is more vulgar than this one, but let's just say that if the shower one was too much for you, I advise you to skip the one that happened later on in this chapter. Lol, I'm just going to continue using the shower scene one as a reference point for all the other ones that are to come (lol again, pun not intended 😂). Anyway, I think this chapter is very important when it comes to showing what Lola's and Ace's relationship was like at this time of the given flashback, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Stay blessed! :)*

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~Flashback Continued~

~Monday, November 16, 2018~

After our day at the mall, Ace and I started hanging out more frequently during the rest of the week. If I wasn't hanging out with Kelsey, catching up with our Chicago gang, Mom or Luca over the phone -or screwing my other regulars- I was with Ace. And if the two of us weren't screwing around, we'd be doing everything else from studying together to doing the most random shit ever. When I actually got the chance to spend some genuine time with him, I quickly learned that he's truly a pretty cool guy who's funny, cares a lot about the people he's close with, and has stories beyond anything that Hollywood action movies can convey.

I still think you're starting to like him but go on, make your pointy already.

My pointy is, he's a chill dude.

Oh really? So the 'nightmare' from some days ago meant nothing?

Nope. Like I said, I've completely ignored it.

Now, moving on...

It's safe to say that whenever Ace and I are together, some crazy shit always happens and this evening is no different. We're currently at the Learning Commons, hitting up the first of many vending machine for some snacks...that is, we're finessing the first of many vending machines for some snacks.

Ace and I agreed to meet up tonight to start and finish our Philosophy project that's due tomorrow morning- procrastination at its finest, I know- but since we're probably going to be up all night, we figured we'd go shoplift some snacks first. Nevertheless, by the time the two of our broke-as-fuck and stubborn asses could agree on what to get, all the nearby campus convenience stores had closed, leaving the vending machines inside the Learning Commons as our last resort.

"What are you doing?" I ask him with a confused look as he takes out a single dollar from his wallet and some packaging tape. "I thought the whole point of doing this was because we had no money." And where the hell did that packaging tape come from?

"You're so naïve, Lo," he smirks, as he sticks the tape at one end of the bill, and then raises his fascinating creation -note the sarcasm- for me to see. "When I insert this into the machine and it registers the dollar, I just have to use the famous pull-out method and we've got ourselves a free snack."

"Or you could just do this, Einstein," I retort, pressing three zeros, the pound sign, the star sign, and one of the snack numbers -which in this case, I chose fifty-seven because that's what the Sour Patch Kids were under, "and you still have yourself a free snack. Not to mention, we look less suspicious," I deadpan. The main level is pretty much empty as most of the students seem to be using the top floors of the building anyway, but still, one never knows.