"You gave my number without my permission?" I said, putting a palm on my forehead.
"Uhm... Yep." Sandy said awkwardly twitching her lips.
This is incredibly the best day of my life. My friends just made me humble myself to my ex-boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend turned me down, I soaked myself under the rain, my car smells like an overcooked rice because the sit was wet because of me and now, my long time ex-boyfriend just texted me and asks me out.
"Right now, I don't really give a damn about him." I said, rolling my eyes. "My life is a mess right now, could it really be messier?"
Sandy chuckled. "Come on, he's your first love."
I exaggeratedly scoffed. "Correction, puppy love."
Alexa laughed. "He was your first kiss, and first—"
"Don't you dare say it." I glared at her, causing her to lift her hands and motioned it as if she was zipping her mouth.
A knocked on my door broke the conversations I'm having with my very own supportive girlfriends. I walked to the door and opened it.
Speaking of the devil.
"Hi, Francine." He scratched the back of his neck as if it makes him hotter. Wait, what? No, he's not hot.
"Hi, Sky." I said firmly. "What are you doing here? I bet you have something more important to do, you may leave." I smiled at him sarcastically.
"Actually we just moved in here so—"
"So you want me to show you around but unfortunately, Sky, I have so much to do today, I need to wash the dishes, my friends are here, we're going to clean the hou—"
"I will help."
"No."
"Yes."
"No, it's really fine."
"Ofcourse it's fine." He smirked. That annoying smirk that made me fall in love with him, oh god, looking back at the memory of us, it really made me want to puke the hell out.
Sky Collins is my long time ex-boyfriend. He was the what so called ‘Mr. badboy’ in my high school years and I was the ‘one of his girls’. Disgusting. I admit, he caught my heart with just one smile and duh, it was my high school dream to be pushed and cornered against the lockers and he's the first one to do it and it was really hot! People are staring, gaping, pulling their phones out to take pictures of us and, yeah. Ew. That was before. Forget about it.
I was sixteen years old when he made me fall in love with him and made a bet with his friends to lay me in bed and make out with me.
I was a virgin and I was infuriatingly, excitingly ready to spread my legs and give it to him. Yes, this jerk took my virginity out of a bet. That was the most disgusting thing I've ever done. I guess, first times are really awful.
"Okay fine, I'll just meet you tomorrow." I lied to make the conversation end. I don't wanna waste my precious time with him.
"Thanks cupcake." He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.
Cupcake? He called me cupcake? Eww.
The nerve of this guy...
I shut the door closed and turn around. Alexa, Diane, and Sandy are already looking at me with an amused faces.
"Girl!" Sandy exclaimed. "He looks better and hotter!"
"What the fuck is he?" Diane gaped. "Is he human? If he is, god blessed him so much."
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The Aesthetics Of Waiting
Romance•NEWLY PUBLISHED BOOK• Break ups and goodbyes are two of the most painful moments in our lives. Especially, when that person became a huge part of your life and most of the happy moments and memories are spent with them. We often face the reality o...
