Oh, To Be His

Yeah, thanks for dropping by and all that.

I hope my life entertains your lame ass until Miss Rona decides to make like a water bottle and yeet herself from whence she came.

Name's Hope. Hope Ajax, to be precise.

And this is my story. Sort of.

To be honest, high school wasn't meant for my fabulous self.

And by fabulous, I mean that I struggle with basic things like drinking water and crippling anxiety/depression. Yay.

And then, I met the man of my nightmares.

It didn't help that he was a 17 year old boy who looked like a Greek god.

It didn't help that I drooled over him - only for like five seconds every day, I swear.

And I hated him as soon as he opened his mouth.

That bastard, Alexander Hayes - first off, what kind of last name is Hayes?

Tall. Tanned. Hair on fleek. Face carved by angels - a walking piece of shit, if you ask me.

Anyway, this bitch (the author) thought it was a good idea to tell the whole of Wattpad about my life and boy, I'm excited - don't be stupid, that was sarcasm.

Oh, and if you're into that gay shit, this is the one for you.

If you're not, sis, what are you doing on the gay side of Wattpad?

Pull up with your hair down, face mask on, favourite music blasting and some snacks, sis. ✨

It's gonna be one heck of ride.