Based on my luck

Sh*t

That’s the first thought came to me. I have been caught. I have been trying to for the past few days to avoid him and now standing here trapped between him and his desk by both his hands on it keeping me still, I knew it all went in vain.

Damn my stupid bad luck.

“Why?” he asks me slowly, but I know that he lost his patience already from the look in his eye.

“I don’t….” I started but he cut me. “Don’t you dare lie to me. I know you are avoiding me so tell me WHY?” his voice rose at the end while taking his breath to maintain his anger.

I know its bad time to fantasies right now, but I couldn’t help but take a sharp breath as his breath is fanning me.

“Answer ME”.

That is when I snapped not only from my trance but really snapped…….
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Luck...... specailly bad one.

My name is Heather. 23 years old, and I have no idea how I survived all those
years. I for truth am the only person you could see that have the worst bad luck
in history.

Somehow i never knew, that my bad luck will be good for someone.
And from here, it all begins......