Sweet Profanities

**EXCERPT**
"Look at her whispering sweet nothings into his ear! I totally shipped 'Chaos' from the beginning" Nick hissed.
"Chaos!?" Melita questioned
"Yeah! Isn't that the perfect ship name!?"
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"Oh but those aren't sweet nothings dear Nick, actually that's quite far from it! This is one of a kind, and only our darling Chamille would whisper these into the ears of the most wanted boy of the school. Those are Sweet Profanities!"
"Erm Melita? Why are you talking like a sophisticated narrator or a snobby duchess?"
"Shut-up Nick! I'm introducing the story, I have to sound classy!"
"What story? And you being classy is like a pig trying to look sexy on a queen-sized bed!"
"Never mind Nick. Never mind."

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"YOU! YOU are a... you're... o-one-erm DIRTY DIAPER BAG!! FUDGE YOU!!"
"Diaper Bag? Fudge? Really Chamille? What don't you swear?" He drawled out in his smooth voice.
"No I don't, you better deal with it."
"You know what? I am enjoying your baby swear words quite a lot! I guess I'll just piss you off more"

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She ain't got style, and she ain't got grace.
A lady is the last thing you'd call her.
But here are some commonly used labels for reference: Clumsy, Nobody, Weirdo, Loser. She's Chamille Oakes.

He's a man- a ladies man.
He's also an artist- A pickup artist.
And you will tend to worry about his eye, as he constantly winks at you like there's no tomorrow. Irritating? Definitely. Yet somehow you'll find yourself shuddering like grape flavored jelly and blushing like you've been cut out of your air supply, every time he invades your space bubble. I present to you Carlos Anderson.

As expected, once they cross paths, Chaos will reign!