"𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒."
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a girl that's never been appreciated, finally meets the people she's needed all along
or
a group of people meet a girl that they never knew they needed, until now
slow burn. fem! OC x male...
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"OW!" JIM'S FAUX YELL OF PAIN PIRCED THE AIR OF THE OFFICE. I had many orders to go through today, so instead of making people punch walls, I was observing the prank today. Not that I would have been much help anyways; my brain is fried from working until eleven at the coffee shop, only to be waken up at four because of my mom.
"What happened?" I heard Karen asked with fake concern. She needed to work on her delivery.
"That bread on your desk? I just picked it up. It's white-hot."
"But, Jim, this garlic bread is cold." I wrinkled my nose at her voice. She really needed to work on her delivery.
"What? No. It burned me. I— Bizarre." I laughed through my nose, not wanting to draw attention to myself. I heard approaching footsteps behind me, giving me enough time to turn my head to see Jim give me a cheesy thumbs-up. I rolled my eyes and got back to work.
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I was currently washing my hands in the bathroom. I've already had three cups of coffee and it's only twelve, needless to say: nature was calling. I reached for the paper towels when I heard the bathroom door open. I looked up into the mirror and saw Karen standing behind me.
"Hey!" I greeted warmly, expecting that to be it with our conversation, but she wasn't having it.
"Do you have feelings for Jim?" My face immediately flushed with color. I whirled around, my blue eyes wide.
"N-no! Why would you think that?" I pressed, the confusion clear on my face.
"I don't know, maybe it's the fact that you practically throw yourself at him every chance you get?" Venom laced her voice. I faltered for a moment, my nails pressing into the palm of my hand.
"I—I don't... That's not w—what—" I was a stuttering mess, which wasn't helping me at all. I just couldn't get the words out.
"Oh, please, stop it with the innocent act. You know what you're doing, so do us both a favor and stop." She seethed. My eyes fluttered with frustration, she wasn't even giving me a chance to explain myself.
"Karen, please. It's not what you think—"
"Oh! It's not what I think? So tell me! What is it then? Why is a seventeen-year-old trying to get with a thirty-year-old man!"
"I'm not trying to—"
"Yes! You are—"
"Are you going to let me speak?!" I all but yelled. I was shocked at the authority of my own voice, but I soon snapped out of it. I was too exhausted and too worn down to be dealing with this shit. Karen jumped and held her mouth shut.
