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I hate Matt.

The 18 year old perfect blonde price charming with swoopy bangs and big blue eyes.

Straight from 2007 Disney heart throbs.

Perfect in every way. Smart funny cute. What more is there to say.

I fucking hate him.

I sometimes lie awake at night until my fantasies about killing him put me to sleep at night.

I go out my way to make sure I'm early in school in order to steal his parking spot and throw used tissue in his locker. Sometimes with spit, others snot, and some from the night prior if my drift is gotten.

I bully him constantly and any time I can get him to cry I treat myself to a little good job gift. Last week was a very nifty little notebook.

I hate him. With everything that makes me human and today things finally took a turn for the better.

I was presented an opportunity and I was gonna make him kill himself and it would be great.

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Today started like any other.

I left the foster home early so I wouldn't have to deal with the countless meeting and basic meals.

I got on my bike and headed downtown to my favorite place.

A lingerie shop my best friend Kate worked at.

I didn't come here often but I liked to watch the girls try on cute outfits and I pretended to be gay most would ask for my opinion.

I'd say profound gay like things and make a day of helping pretty girls decide what thong their boyfriend would like more.

It was simple modest and nice.

Now they have rules.

No trying on underwear. So most girls tend to buy multiple pairs and try the bras on in store.

But today was different I sat behind the counter before noticing failure blonde hair and felt in my bones that it was him instantly pissing me off because I couldn't be away from him ever.

But I watched trying my hardest to not make my presence known.

He shopped around and my first thought was be was getting something cute for his girlfriend because of course he has a girlfriend and they were still having a valentines day sell.

He shopped around diligently and I realized just how focused he looked.

Not like a dog gawking at how a girl would look in them, even skipping over sexy things for cute almost childlike.

With lots of frills an ribbons.

He settled on a set small cup, white with a small bows on the straps and ribbons in the front. The underwear had ribbons on the side and seemed to be the kind you tied as you would fason a baby diaper.

They were really cute and he happily draped them over his arm to look for more.

In total he got about six pairs and with a satisfied smile walked over to the counter and payed. Happly swiping the card for the three hundred dollar order like it was nothing and then tipping.

It pissed me off and just as I was about to rush over and steal the bag something caught my attention.

He wasn't leaving.

No rather he was going to the fitted area.

No.

I think following him at a safe distance until he walked into a fitting room before shutting the door.