Rough Petals

Rough Petals

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So was it a really big deal that I was getting paid for sex? It was a huge misunderstanding. And so what if that letter finally arrived making my stomach groan. I can handle it. It's his fault he made my life even more complicated.
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I woke up with the biggest hangover ever. I felt something heavy over my chest, so I looked down. Sure enough, it was him. Trey Parker. School bad boy, rebel, player, minipulater. I screamed loudly, making him wake up and fall on the ground. "What the hell!" he yelled. At this point, I remembered absolutely nothing from last night, especially where i was, so I was screwed. "Oh, no, no, no, no! Please don't tell me I slept with you!" I yelled. He looked confused, but that lasted only a second. He put on his smirk that made any girl weak in the knees, and said those deadly words, "what, you don't remember last night, baby?" I guess it's true, keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.

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