nicest asshole

nicest asshole

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''You bumped into me.'' I simply say, holding in my anger. ''I guess i did.'' the boy responds casually, as if this is a normal incident. ''Its ruined now.'' I continue, saying the words slowly. He gasps overdramatically, '' i see.'' ''Aren't you going to apologise?'' i ask him with a sweet- but faked smile. I watch his eyes getting an amusing look as he smirks. ''Why sorry, but why apologise for something i didn't cause up?" I frown, before responding: ''what do you mean? Yóu are the one bumping into me?" I more ask than confirm. He even just confirmed that he is the one bumping into me. Now he is the one who frowns. ''No love, its obvious that yóu're the one bumping into me.'' ''Well, im the one with a ruined dress.'' He nods. ''Yes you are, so what?'' ''So.'' I take a small pause. ''I want you to insure my dress.'' - Little did they know this was the beginning of something spectacular, if that's in a good or bad way, is to find out yet. Copyright 2019 @blackeyezzz
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"You good, babe? You kinda seem a bit off today." "How so?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that question. Damien answered, "Well you haven't been talking much, even when we were driving from the school and to your house, you've avoided eye contact with me, and you seem a bit nervous around me. I know you've been a bit sick last week, but I can't help but feel as if you're hiding something from me." I stared outside of my window as I sighed, "You're right, but I don't know how you'll react. I myself don't know how to react. I haven't told anyone." "About...?" Damien asked as he parked the car in front of a liquor store. I sighed, "Can we talk about this later?" Damien sighed before nodding and getting out the car. He then went into the liquor store and, after about ten minutes, came back with two bags with two bottles in each. He placed the bags in the trunk before getting in the driver's seat and staring at me. "What?" I asked shyly. "Are you pregnant?" Damien asked with a straight face while staring me into my eyes. I blushed, "What? Why would you think-" "Are you pregnant, City?" he asked again, and I looked away. *This story contains mature themes and contents. Read at your own risk*

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