#13. Stereotypical

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Okay, I just absolutely love this song by Blake. And yes, I stole some of the lyrics. Anyway, this is one of my favorite songs by him. So kill me, I love country music. (And omg. Blake's dimple!!!! I absolutely fangirled when I watched this!!! He is so cute!!)

(TWO DAYS LATER)

ONE OF RUBEN'S FREINDS POV (ONE TIME THING, AND ITS SHORT. SO WHAT, KILL ME.)

I watch as Ruben feeds a price of fruit to Alma. I almost gag. God, anyone would think that they had seoror something, with the way they're acting. "I love you." Alma says, and then pecks him on the lips.

"I love you too baby." He replies.

"You guys!" I say. I've been sitting across from this sh*t for the past couple of minutes, and I'm ready to either murder everyone around me, or myself. "Either go get a room, or knock it the f*ck off. Seriously, I'm about to puke."

Aaannnd.... That accomplished absolutely nothing. I start making gagging sounds, hoping to get them to knock it off.

"Oh stop." Ruben says, looking over at me. "You're just jealous that you're not in a relationship as amazing as this one." I scowl.

"Dude, seriously." Alma mumbles, still staring into Ruben's eyes lovingly. *insert gag here* "We are just being ourselves. So sue us."

"You guys are such the stereotypical gross couple. I'm out." I say, picking up my lunch and walking away.

"What happened to bro's before ho's?" I mumble to myself.

(NOW THAT THATS OVER...)

ALMA'S POV

"Well now that we got rid if him." Ruben says, watching him walk away.

"Thank god. He was annoying as hell. Not that I don't like you're friends, Ruben, but-"

"Yeah, I get it."  He says, interrupting me. "Anyways..."

My phone goes off. Alma, baby. I miss you.

Want in the actual f*ck? Who is this? I look at the number. Damn it. It's kinda sad that I still know his number.

But he still hasn't deleted my number? Or is he so annoying that he remembered it? I just decide to deal with it like any normal girl getting a random text from their ex would. I block his number and delete the message. There.

"Who was that?" Ruben asks, looking puzzled.

"One word. Ex." He looks at me knowingly. "I blocked his number, don't worry." He nods.

"Good."

(AFTER SCHOOL AT RUBEN'S HOUSE)

"I'm bored. I never knew that hanging with my girl this much could ever be boring." Ruben mutters, braiding my hair.

"Haha." I mumble back, knowing bloody well he's just f*cking with me. "Its because I'm just so awesomesauce, that you have no clue what to do with all of the awesomeness." I turn around, poking him in the side playfully. He wriggles.

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