S.H.I.T

and I- oop

Just assume it's always koli

Its started of as a joke, how the hell did it end up like this? Everybody said 'and i- pop's and 'sksks' that I started to Mike them because it's so cringey.

Normally I have scrunches and on occasion put my hair in a messy but. Nothing to it. I'm not a VISCO girl.

Three reasons why:
1. I'm a guy
2. I don't even know what even means
3. I'm not like that, it's a joke..

I look at the clock and panic when I see it's almost six, the story closes at six! I jump up knocking over my hydro flask. I'm really clumsy, that's why I have it. It's lid is on so it doesn't spill.

I'm doing my laundry. Fuck, I have no clean jeans. I grab shorts and shove them on now trying to run out my apartment. I need to get to the store so I can buy sugar for my coffee in the morning.

In my chaotic mind set I wasn't thinking and ended up running right into someone. Since I'm clumsy and the person was completely of guard we fall to the ground. When I open my eyes I see a super hot guy.

Words can't describe his beauty. Perfect cheek bones, jawline, eyes, nose, lips- fuck everything is perfect. Tattoos cover his skin and I'm in a trance for a moment.

I glance at our position and my face goes red.  He's on his back while I'm on my hands and knees over him. "Oop," I I say feeling completely embarrassed.

He laughs-

This guy, who I've never seen. Is laughing at me? The situation? Our position?  I'm not sure but the sound coming out of his mouth is absolutely beautiful.

"I- I'm sorry!" I say scrambling off of the hot guy. I help him up and he looks me up and down.

"Its okay, love... " he trails off and I blush under his gaze. His voice is amazing! I try not to gush at his British accent.

"Visco boy?" He chuckles to himself.

"Noo, I'm not. I was just in a rush and-" I take the scrunche out of my hair. "I'm not usually dressed like this," I start rambling trying to fix my image he's getting of me.

The guy is wearing back skinny jeans with chains and a plain back tshirt. He steps forward and I step back and hit the wall. He smirks and grabs my wrist and pins it to the wall above my.

Why am I okay with this? Just because he's hot? Damn, hot people must get away with a lot. "So you're not someone who says 'oops', wears short shorts under long baggy tshirts, has scrunches, messy bun, and probably has a hydro flask?" He says and I blush.

"N- yes? B-but I like sucking on straws," I say and gasp. That sounded dirty! Why did I add 'sucking'??

He smirks and grabs my hip with his free hand. "Oh, do you?" He says getting closer to me.

"Kellin!" A harsh voice says and I look over to it. My ex? They guy who I don't know's name looks at Danny. He's marching over.

They guy let's go of me but stands in front of me in a protective way. "Who are you?" He says no longer flirty. He sound annoyed and mad.

"Aw, poor Kelly got himself a bodyguard guard," Danny says and the guy grabs my hand.

"No, I'm his boyfriend," he says and kisses my forehead. I blush at this and smile a little.

"Fucking whore," Danny says and leaves annoyed.  I giggle and he turns to me.

"So, kellin, how about going on a date with me tomorrow night?" He says and I smile like crazy.

"Y-yeah, I'd love that," I say and he smiles.

"I'm Oli by the way," he says and I smile even more. This guy is really cool. I step away from him biting my bottom lip.

"Bye Oli, I gotta dash- wait," I pull out a marker and grab his hand. On his palm is a tattoo and I giggle.

"You have no skin I can write my number on," I says and he takes the marker and writes his number on my arm.

"I'll text you tonight?" I ask looking at his number.

"Definitely, stay safe," he says and I slowly walk backwards away.

"I will! Bye Oliii," I say and then turn around and skip away happily.

That's the weirdest way to get a phone number but I'm not complaining. Hopefully everything goes well tomorrow.

This one is shorter than the others but hopefully it's still good?