I watched them walk together, tightening my fists.
A boy he looked like the fucking reincarnation of Cheese had his arm around her waist and they both laughed, she waved goodbye and entered a class while he kept walking with that grin plastered on.
As he passed I spoke.
“Can you throw an apple at a lamp?”
He paused “What?’
“Can you aim?”
“Yeah?”
Shit, their went anything I could ever hold against this guy.
“Yeah well so can she, so you’ll just be the fucking happiest best aiming couple in this joint”
I stalked off and didn’t look back to see the guy laughing, I could already hear him well enough.
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Toxic Us.
SpiritualTwo toxic people in a world of thousands that aren't willing to admit it. He tried to die and failed. Meanwhile she lives, but feels as if she's dying. He's Curtis but is refered to as screw up most of the time. She's Eve but he calls her Mcfly. Spi...
