Strawberry Smoothie

Strawberry Smoothie

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- I was furious. How could he do that? Who died and gave him the right to do that? Who allowed him to just walk in here like the asshole he was? "You're a piece of shit. You know that, right?" I say, the tip of my tongue touching the roof of my mouth in a bitter smirk. "Oh darling, I may be a piece of shit but you sure are a piece of ass," He says, to which he then puts his fist to his mouth. His fast growing dick-wad posse does the most annoying 'daaammnn', which makes the situation so much more frustrating and disrespectful than it already is. I'm shaking with rage. My vision completely blinded with a scarlet red. So, I do the one thing I can think of. I dump my entire fucking smoothie over his head. -
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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