𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐋𝐄 ; 𝐉𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐱𝐥𝐞𝐲

II

*𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐢!*

You: High school little girl failed math exam?

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*𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝*

*𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐢!*

You: High school little girl failed math exam?

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*𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝*

*𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐢!*

You: High school little girl failed math exam?

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"Stupid bitches" Dean cursed under his breath.

"It's eight in the morning and you're already mad," Roman said as he passed by Dean's room.

Dean ignored his bestfriend. He's been connecting and disconnecting every conversations, trying to find that one stranger he talked to last night, he doesn't even understand why he wanted to talk to her or more like annoy her – He doesn't even know what she looks like or where she come from.

"One last try and I'm done" Dean muttered.

*𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐢!*

You: High school little girl failed math exam?

Stranger: Well, good morning to you Mr. Suck Me.

Roman was peacefully eating his cereals while watching a football game when he heard a loud scream upstairs making him tossed his bowl to himself.

A smiley Dean came running down the stairs "Ro, I found her!"

"I got a whole ass milk on my body. Congratulations!" Roman exclaimed