My Paid friend

All I ever wanted in life was to be left alone. To be with 'the skeletons in the closet'. They think that because my parents are social butterflies, I will end up like them, but oh no, just like Henry's mother always said 'N. O. Spells no', this gal ain't gonna change, and I don't care how many people you pay mom, I am not budging. So please, just stop; it's embarrassing knowing that your parents are paying people to be friends with you.
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I sipped on my Coffee, yes I drink it with a straw. What? Do you know how hot this stuff is?? Looking around, I noticed that there was a new jukebox. That's sad, I liked the old one better.

"Heyyyyy." A voice interrupted me. God, I hate people. I snapped my head upwards, towards the voice. It was a guy. Well, I bet you already knew that. He had brown eyes with brown hair, a slight tan. A square jaw, with a very straight nose and big eyes.

I gave a sigh out, "My mom paid you, didn't she?" I said, looking at him with a resting b*tch face.

"ah." He said, apparently taking it upon himself to sit in the seat in front of me. Even if I made it perfectly clear I didn't need company. I gave him a glare. "You're pretty smart. Although, she did say that you may catch on pretty quick." He said, winking at me. Gross.