Wrecked Love | 18+ (DISCONTINUED)

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H A P P Y
/ˈhapi'/
(a.): feeling or showing pleasure or contentment.

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"What?!" Abby yelled, her chip that was in her mouth dropping,

I nodded, biting the inside of my mouth.

"Yeah, I thought the same." My heart clenched at the thought,

"Oh Cara, I'm sorry. I wish I could have done something to stop your mother from dying." She shifted her eyes away from me,

I smiled sadly and looked down at my coffee.

Playing with the end of the plastic, I bit my lips nervously, "But hey, you have me at least." She chuckled,

Getting up and running through my closet, "But get ready, you have a interview at NeiTeach." I gasped as I remember,

I have an interview in one hour! Shit, shit, shit!

I rushed to the bathroom and removed my clothes and my underwear and bra, quickly getting into the shower.

The steam easing my body, "Hurry! You have 10 minutes."

I heard Abby shout, I rushed to put conditioner and shampoo on my hair.

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"Damn bitch, you got that ass and boobs." Abby sighed in disbelief, I laughed as I looked at myself in the mirror,

Dark red lace panties and bra.

A hourglass body that could be mistaken for a plastic slut who doesn't know how to keep her legs shut and never fucking gives a shit to other peopl–

Stop. No more. Stop thinking, and relax.

I felt myself breathing quickly, my anxiety kicking in.

My legs trembled with fear, they hit the ground with a THUMP!

I heard Abby gasp, knowing my anxiety kick in,

"Cara! OK, breath. Take deep breaths." She commended in panic, I started almost choking on air,

Black dots appearing in front of me,

But took her advice. I inhaled and exhaled deeply and calmed down,

But my still shaking legs and lips couldn't do anything. So we sat there for 20 minutes.

Before getting up and started putting on the white ruffle-side peplum that hang in right right places– that showed no cleavage– and a black pencil with gold belt around it.

A perfect-winged eyeliner showing off my light emerald eyes, some dark red matte lipstick that fit perfectly around my pump lips and my natural rosy cheeks perfect for highlight and my light brunette hair tied into a tight messy bun,

Giving off that work vibe.

"Ooo! You popping!" Abby winked playfully with a 'You're-good-to-go' sign.

I hugged her tightly and got my black leather purse and shoved my bear feet in the black lace pumps and wore my black Aviator sunglasses.

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I ignored the whistles and terrier looks around me and made my into NeiTeach, I went to the front desk,