5. The Blind Date Gone Wrong

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So. We meet again. *creepy smile* Muhahahahahahahahaha.

I will stop now XD

I just wanted to ask that what do you feel about this book so far?

Chapter:- 5
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I_am_S_tripper

Joe....I AM SCARED! I AM GOING ON A BLOODY BLIND DATE!

J_Hoe

Savannah. Keep the plan in mind. You can do it!

Creep the blind date out!
Muhahahahahhahahahahahahah (imagine my evil laugh here)

I_am_S_tripper

Joe, honey.

YOU DONT HAVE A EVIL LAUGH! HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO IMAGINE IT?!

J_Hoe

WHAT ARE YOU TYPING?!
EVERYONE HAS A EVIL LAUGH!

But we are drifting off topic here. The real point is that YOU HAVE TO MESS UP THE BLIND DATE!

I_am_S_tripper

I AM WAITING OUT SIDE OF THE "DARK DELICACIES OF DELIGHT" FROM THE PAST HALF AN HOUR AND H-

Oh, I gotta go, he is here.

MU HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

I throw the phone in my jeans pocket. Yes, I had worn jeans and Avenger themed hoodie instead of the dress. This was possible only because: Mom was in Paris.

I straightened up and pushed myself away from the wall i had been leaning on as the guy approached. I had talked to him on phone before and he had asked me to send my pic to him so that he would recognise me.

Ha! As if I would do that.

So instead of sending my image, I had told him to bring a cucumber with him.

Yeah, so I recognised him right away.

I stifled a laugh when he stood infront of the restaurant and waved the cucumber in the air.

I tapped on his shoulder before someone would call the mental hospital. He immediately turned around and grinned at me, throwing the vegetable away.

I looked towards where the cucumber rolled on the side walk and held in my anger.

Did he just throw food away?

I don't like him already, Savannah.

I nodded at my inner voice. I lethaly look at Boris again.

"Hello there, Havannah," He smiled seemingly unaware of my murderous aura and placed a sloppy kiss on the back of my hand.

"It's," I gritted my teeth "Savannah." I say while snatching my hand back and wiping it, not so discreetly.

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