Me: Hey nothing, honestly I'm kinda scared. I don't know if this is a good idea
Nothing: Where are you at?
Me: In front of his house
Me: Holy shit that bitch got BMW
Me: Is that his own car?
Me: If so he's hella rich kid man
Me: but hella poor in terms of his personality and brain
Nothing: Yeah he is tho
Me: I'm gonna destroy his car for real
Me: so he's not getting laid no more
Me: he'll stress out and he'll end up chopping his weiner and feed the pig
Nothing: What are you waiting for? Do it
Me: Do you think I should carved the word or scribbled it with a sharpie?
Nothing: Do it both so he'll get double fucked up
Me: that's kinda messed up I'm not actually gonna destroy his car tho
Nothing: Its nothing compares to what he did to you
Nothing: JUST DO IT SRSLY
Nothing: get out of the damn car now srsly
Me: don't tell me what to do srsly
Nothing: fine srsly
Nothing: you go babe seriously
Me: SHUT UP SRSLY
I hop out of my car and make my way up the porch. All the lights are off, with a silent prayer I hope they're all asleep. I dig the two equipment out of my pocket and battling with my mind whether to use the pocket knife or the set of sharpie.
I pick the sharpie as a final decision because for god's sake I'm not gonna destroy a precious thing, I mean this car cost triple times than my house.
I pick up the black colour marker and started writing. I swear my body shakes to death when I'm finished the first word.
Oh shit, I'm going to jail. Please at least give me a chance to meet Luke Hemmings. Please tell my parents that I love them.
I saw Alex standing at the end of the driveway.
"What are you doing here?" I set the pen down on the hood. He's definitely telling Kyly about this, I'm screwed.
"I came to see Kyle, wanted to return something that belongs to him but I guess he's sleeping now it's kind of dark inside." he shrugs.
"What about you?" he raises an eyebrow. I shrug and his gaze caught the set of permanent marker.
After the moment, his mouth forms an 'o'. " Oh.. 'Douche bag'? Are you gonna write it all over his car?" Shit he's totally gonna tell Kyle about this.
"Er.. It was a friend's idea," I mumble. "Please don't tell-"
"I won't, I promise," he smiled like it was nothing wrong.
Okay that was weird.
"It seems fun can I help?" Really? I though he's your best friend.
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Who am I texting?Teen Fiction
[COMPLETE] A story of a girl who had a massive crush on a heartthrob high school rock band leader Kyle Hogan. Her life turn upside down when she received a text from an unknown number who admitted to be her secret admirer. Me: I understand why you...