"When I'm sad I make out with nerdy boys."
"Why nerdy boys?"
"Because they think they're in love with me. Which feels amazing, until they get clingy and wanna show me all of their things."
"I don't think I'm in love with you."
"Sure you don't."
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A/N: This chapter is a continuation of the events that took place in the previous chapter. I hope you guys enjoy. Also, I apologize for the long wait. I honestly became disinterested in this story for a while, until I was the overwhelming support I've been receiving for this story. So I've decided to continue it.
P.S. I went back and added more depth to several if not all of these chapters, so if you want feel to reread it. More updates ahead.
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E X C E R P T
"This is honestly the first time in a long time, I can remember being nervous. Like it's almost surreal how I feel you know? All nervous and scared? I swear it's disgusting. Truly and utterly disgusting."
"Sometimes you do that thing, where you subtly blurt out your feelings within a veil of nonchalance, and I think to myself I'm not sure whether I should laugh it off or hug you. So tell me Ruby now, what do want? For me to forget about this or some actual help?"
"The former. I don't fancy being analyzed right now. Maybe later when my heads on straight, I will be. It all depends. I'll let you know, Otis..."
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Ruby's P.O.V.
"Ruby..."
"Ruby...."
"Ruby honey, it's time to get up for school."
"Ugh, Otis leave me alone. I'm trying to sleep here."
"I'm Marta, not Otis darling."
"Okay then never mind... I'm up anyways."
After inadvertently exposing who my bed buddy was to Marta, I dressed in record time. Who knew embarrassment was all it took to put a pep in my step. Mom left for work early again and Dad's still dad... so for the first time since Aimee's bus incident I caught the bus without being forced to.
Marta, of course offered to take me, but I refused simply because I wanted her to focus on helping Dad get ready for today. I liked Marta. So I didn't feel the need to make her life miserable as I did with our past maids.
Besides, there was a question I've been dying to ask since the thought first occurred to me. I just didn't want anyone to overhear:
"Hey Siri, how many times can a girl have sex without protection before becoming pregnant?"
"Searching morning after clinics near me."
"That's not what I asked you stupid bitch!"
".... That wasn't very nice."
"I'm sorry, Siri."
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So it turns out Google and Siri are a joke. The response I got from Google was no better. All I got was this:
