Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Fate

You're walking past me. You do it almost six times a day and not once have you noticed me. I see you talking with your friends and that stuck-up asshole you call a boyfriend, about drama floating around the school but you always seem uninterested. Why? Call me a stalker or whatever you want, I'm here all the time and you show up so often that I was beginning to think you had some type of future with me. Like fate was unfolding itself. You may look at me like I'm crazy but you know what? You're absolutely right! What does the coincidence of us grazing each others path have anything to do with our fate? Let me tell you. That sucker you call a boyfriend over there has no feelings for you or any care for you. You could say I'm wrong but going back to that idiot touching your friends' butts will just prove me right. And considering you haven't left this wild conversation yet, you believe me. Smart move. Now. Since you're most likely going to b breaking up with him, would you care to accompany me to a home cooked dinner say around 8 tonight?