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Spaces between Us
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    Capítulos 36
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    Tempo 4h 41m
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    Leituras 1,464
  • WpVote
    Votos 109
  • WpPart
    Capítulos 36
  • WpHistory
    Tempo 4h 41m
Concluída, Primeira publicação em nov 20, 2014
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I scoffed and waved my hands in the air dramatically in ickiness. Eeww it Smells like tuna!!!! I gagged and looked up. MARCEL HARRY STYLES

"You fucking little cunt!!! You have four damn eyes use them before I pull them out with my bare hands idiot!!!" I threatened "look what you did!!! It's zayns sweater fucking bloody hell!!!" I shouted. Sam came over with napkins and helped me clean it.

"I-I'm sorry. I was erm distracted" he studdered and tried to help me clean up the food off the hoodie 

"No shit Sherlock!" I snapped and I felt the entire schools populations eyes on me. Fuck

I grabbed a Gatorade from the table nearby which I'm sure was some kids but he'll I'll pay for it later. I took matters into my own hands and poured the Gatorade onto his curly head. You would've thought he would have winced or curled into a ball but nope he just stood there and took what had him coming. Everyone began to laugh and point and I'm sure he's experienced this thousands of times before.
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