Chapter Three|| Pussy Ass Bitch

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I really don't know if this is an appropriate name for a chapter or if I will get somehow banned but I couldn't find another name.

Chapter Three|| Pussy Ass Bitch

"You can either sleep on the floor or in the bed with me, I am not about to give my bed off just because some fucking moron locked themselves out of their house," Sam said while he tossed some blankets at me.

I scoffed and stared at my window. I wanted to go back to my room but I wasn't going to risk falling again.

"If you do, however, decide to sleep on my bed, do not touch me in any sort of way and do not doubt that I will throw you off the fucking bed if you kick during your sleep."

Gee, what a gentleman.

He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes while I contemplated where I would sleep.

I shrugged and flopped down on the bed, making sur I wasn't in touching range of Sam.

What? I wasn't going to lay on that uncomfortable looking ass floor. I am a fucking lady, goddamnit, I need to be pampered the shit out of.

"Can I ask you something, Sammy?"

"No, but I'm assuming you're going to anyways."

"Why are you so mean?" I muttered.

"None of your fucking business, now go to sleep, assface."

Fucking bitch.

I closed my eyes and was immediately comforted by darkness.

I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but whatever it was had me flying up in surprise.

But I was stopped by a body.

Don't touch me, my ass.

"Sam, get off of me," I hissed.

The lovely Sammy was resting his head on my breast-slobbering all over my girls-and his body on mine.

Punk ass piece of crap.

"Get the fuck off me, you fat fuck," I growled.

He opened his eyes and sat up. He stared groggily at my stomach rolls and then proceeded by raising his shirt and staring at his toned abs.

"Yeah, I'm the fat fuck," he mumbled.

Ugh, his sleepy voice was so hot.

"Whatever, I'm leaving," I announced as I stood up. I slipped my slippers on and started charging towards the door.

"Are you forgetting something?"

My dignity. My physics homework. Oh, fuck, I have to do that report by tomorrow.

"Probably," I answered.

He walked towards me and lifted my shirt up.

"Heeyyyy, hey, hey, I took off my dick last night so there's nothing in there," I stated while I slapped his hands away.

"Where's my journal?" He growled. I guess he expected it to be in the waistband of my pijamas.

"Why the fuck would I tell you where it's at?"

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