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DEVIL INCARNATE AND ILL FATES

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Iseul looked at me with a weird expression on her face - it was the same sort of look she'd give me when she was thinking I was being stupid. How did I know? Well, her expression says it all - she's like an open book. And for the three years we shared as roommates, I've gotten pretty used to it. It was her way of scolding me for the stupid things my idiotic self has gotten into.

And today was not much different from those days.

I sat in front of her, a cup of brewed coffee in my hands, neat and clean after coming to the apartment hideous and clearly wasted with my hair sticking out in every angle.

I stupidly lost my key on the way home; and it was a good thing Iseul was there in her usual working attire all dressed up and ready to go by the door or else I would have spent the day outside the apartment looking like a beggar.

Upon seeing my disastrous state, she hasn't said any word and only pulled me inside the apartment and demanded I get showered and change into fresh clothes.

Which led us here, sitting inside of the coffee shop while I explained my situation with coffees in hand.

I told her everything. And by everything, I meant by the failed kissing scene I wrote and the socialite party Lia asked me attend with her. I told her about the three handsome guys and how I stupidly kissed a stranger, ended up in their house and kicked him...where the sun doesn't shine.

At the end of my frivolous, and insanely ridiculous situations, my friend remained quiet, her lips pursed as she stared at me like I was some sort of new, interesting specie and she just happened to be the scientist observing it and not really knowing what to do with it. Silence filled the air, except for the hushed whispers and hearty laughter from the customers around us.

"You're really dumb," she bluntly said after a while, before casually sipping her coffee. I almost spat my coffee, immediately choking upon hearing her choice of words. Well, there you have it - she's really spoken what's on her mind.

And I couldn't agree more.

I wiped the droplets of coffee smeared over the corners of my lips with a tissue, glaring at her, "I know, but you don't have to say it like that!" I grumbled, before propping my elbow on the table and placing my chin atop my palm.

"Of course, I do," she sighed, "I didn't think anyone could possibly get themselves in a terrible situation, but then again it's you we're talking about."

"Well, you're right about that part," I said hesitantly, before sighing heavily, "Oh dear Lord, what am I supposed to do now." I groaned. I mean, now that I have gotten my head right and was about fifty percent sober, I realized that I maybe shouldn't have kicked Mr. Gorgeous Eyes in the balls when he's gotten out of his way to help me after blacking out in the socialite party.

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