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↳ 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

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❝ you got me all wrong baby... ❞

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in which, george comes to rescue you

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════ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : swearing ════
════ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : she/her ════

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my cherry red car beeps as i press the lock button on my keys. i walk around the front of my car and i am met with a tall, brunette, muscular man who is blocking my path; aka george's apartment neighbor.

"hey cutie." he calls out to me. i flash a fake smile in response and try to push past him. instead, he steps in front of me and i dramatically roll my eyes. "i see you come by here often, your parents live here or something?" his accent is thick and deep. i simply shake my head no, not wanting to have to communicate with this stranger for a more second longer . "well anyways i have to say you're pretty hot and i'm gonna take you to dinner later tonight. how's 8 work for ya?"

with that, i freeze in my position. i know this man, who i have never talked to in my life, did not just try to force me on a date with him. i try to collect myself but the bad bitch inside me knows i have to respond with something witty.

"no 8 does not work for me. in fact, no time works for me because i rather drag my bare ass against burning coals for the rest of my life than go on a date with you." he looks stunned. as if no one has ever rejected him before. "and by the way that was the worst way to ask out any lady so i recommend maybe taking some flirting classes. now if you could move the hell out of my way my boyfriend is waiting for me." i try to again push past him feeling satisfied with myself, but he stops me right in my tracks, towering over me.

i glance up to george's bedroom window which can be seen from the sidewalk. i see that his curtains, which were previously closed, are now slightly peeked open. i'm internally praying he's seen me being bothered by this obnoxious idiot and is coming down to break it up.