"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟼: 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝?
♤✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶ 𐐒𐐚 ✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶♤
Camilla
I think I'm a memorable person.
In a negative way or positive way is the more important part of the question.
It truly depends on who you ask. For someone like Kaz it's obviously going to positive but if you ask Ms.Ella she'll tell you I'm a witch who was sent to kill her or some shit.
So it all comes down to perspective.
I held Theo's hoodie in my hand while pulling out my phone and crumbled piece of paper to call him.
"Hello?"
"Hi," I said, "are you at school by chance?"
"Camilla?"
"Yes?"
"How do I know this is actually you?"
"Parker, stop being an idiot," I sighed.
"Excuse me for not wanting to give my location out to a stalker."
"Now that we clarified I'm not a stalker are you on campus?"
"In the dorms."
"The same one from that one time?" I asked vaguely.
"Yep," he responded, "Why?"
"I have your hoodie."
"I said you could keep it."
"I have my own hoodies."
"Whatever you say Cam."
I rolled my eyes, "Can I drop off your hoodie?"
"Sure."
"I'll be there in ten."
"See you then Cam."
"Bye Parker."
Psychopath.
I say that about a lot of people so that word in my vocabulary is slowly loosing its real meaning.
