# 101: throw a frisbee at her face. [disclaimer: as of now, this story does not include lgbt characters, i only put the tag on this story so wattpad can donate another dollar to a good cause (idk if that is allowed but...)]
"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.
"So what's your name, miss America?" He asked leaning his side against the chair, propping himself up with his arm. Oh god, his arm; tanned and toned. It took me a second to get it out. I'm sure he could feel how uncomfortable I was and I could tell he thought it was hilarious by the look of his crooked smile. "Um...
"Hello, this is the rejection hotline. The person who gave you this number just isn't that interested, so move on. If you feel like ranting to someone, press one to speak to a live representative. But otherwise, get a grip, they were out of your league."
