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Peter stood there, undeniably handsome in his vintage jeans and t-shirt, looking down at his shoes. He glanced upwards at me, scanning me quickly, and shot me a hesitant smile. “You called?
” he questioned.
‘I don’t know.’ She whispered. “Coming right up, Mr. Dex,” she took my twenty dollar bill, depositing it in the sleek and smooth cash register, handing me back some meager change.
Normally, this would be the time where I would grab her hand and say, “Call me Dex”-it was stupid to call me Mr. Dex; I didn’t even have a last name – but I wasn’t in the mood right now. He sat in silence for a little longer before a slight smile graced his lips. “So you’re basically apologizing for pushing me away?” he asked me, his tone holding a bit of curiosity mixed with confusio, Asian Country Girl. “What about that girl on People magazine with you?” I quietly queried, keeping my eyes glued to his face. His face grew determined in response, his voice rising. so call me maybe I didn’t know what was more disguising; me killing a poor deer with my bare claw and teeth, knowing the fact that I am going to eat it uncooked with no ‘human flavoring’ or just the smell of the deer was delicious – making my mouth water.
She gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my arm before we separated in the hallway. ‘Right, Megan Fox.’ ‘Here.’ ‘Tom Hilary.’ ‘Here sir.’ ‘Sam Ri-‘ “ And you know what they say about dikes right?
” I asked.
She gave me a questioning look, and I brought my fist up and it collided with her face. She let out a cry staggering back, and was holding onto her know broken blood nose. “ They know how to fucking punch unlike you weak little witches!” I growled. The three girls ran off to their gay Beatle hot pink car… don’t get me wrong I love gay people.
I looked up and saw Kara sitting on the ground with her face in her hands, and she was crying… wow. I took another step closer.
“ Hey, Kara,” I muttered.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind and walked with her. We walked to the granola bar isle and saw protein bars. “I heard that” Drunk humans, outcast wolves, and stubborn mates…
‘ He said, facing me. ‘But just tell me the truth why you’re here.’ “Man-whore?” He asked “Cocktail,” “Agreed, on one conditio, Asian Country Girl.” He said. “Why wouldn’t you?” He said curiously “Hey,” I said, leaning against a shelf full of Newsweek issues.
“Yup!” I nodded.
“Did you guys manage alright without me?” “You’d force me then?” Suddenly, her eyes blurred until all she saw was red. Literally.