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In which two strangers blur the lines between love and lust. But nothing is enough to salvage them from destruction; love is so fickle, it just can't conquer all.
Enter, their story.
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"Oh! I think I'll take a shower and eat and take an Excedrin. Then I'll go through my phone!" I snicker obnoxiously.
"Isn't that very smart!" Dad replies just as obnoxiously.
"I know right! Explains my grades doesn't it!"
"I still wonder how you even made it into National Honor Society," he wonders aloud. Bitch ass!
"Esqueeze me! I'll have you know, I am very smart and I made it into that society because
"Um..."
"Still waiting for your answer dear," dad snickered.
"You're mean," I whine.
"No I'm not, I'm Colten Vasiliev! Your father!"
"You cannot be fucking serious," I mutter, looking at the ceiling for what seemed the umpteenth time.
"Of course not! I'm hilarious!" I'm going to freaking smack my dad! And just then my head starting pounding and throbbing.
"Oh my fucking god!" I scream out and hold my head in my left hand.
"Adrianna, go. But originally I called to tell you I'm not home. I'm away for the weekend on a small business trip."
"Oh that's okay!" As much as I tried to sound enthusiastic, I did feel hella deflated inside.
After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, I got off my bed, made it up and went into my closet, searching for today's outfit.
Ups! Tento obrázek porušuje naše pokyny k obsahu. Před publikováním ho, prosím, buď odstraň, nebo nahraď jiným.
Once I was satisfied, I headed into the en suite for a much needed shower. I placed my phone on the glass shelf above my towel rack and turned up BØRNS's album Dopamine. That is the shit I tell you! I took 35 minutes or something around there, and then moisturized my skin with french lavender and honey lotion. I threw on my clothes and laced up my white roshes. I got my drawstring nautical bag and threw in a charger, my sketch pad, notebook, a few art supplies, pencils, and salt. by nayyirah waheed. Lastly, before heading down, I grabbed my phone and put in my contacts.
I plugged in my phone to the charging and speaker dock we have on the counter and prepared myself some breakfast. What to make? Decisions decisions. I spend the next seven minutes thinking — literally — of what to make. I'll just make a freaking quinoa fruit salad and avocado toast with eggs.
And that is how, 25 minutes later, I find myself sitting at our island counter indulging in my breakfast. I totally have some sexy cooking skills. I literally burst out laughing from my thoughts. The hell is wrong with me? I finish up and clean up the sink. Where do I find the Excedrin? I rummaged around boxes for nine minutes and I couldn't find the damn Excedrin. Or any medication for that matter.
