"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
She does it even when it's not her fault, maybe I'm looking too much into it but I'm a firm believer in not apologizing unless you do something wrong.
When you do mess up you should still apologize but you shouldn't apologize for getting a bad grade, for talking too much, or something that you have no control over.
"Can we talk about how boring your voicemail is?"
Camilla raised an eyebrow, "It's a voicemail."
"Exactly."
"What's wrong with mine?"
"All you say is your full first name, telling people to leave the message after the beep," I leaned back, "it's boring."
"What's yours?"
"I'm not sure actually."
I tend to talk shit without checking myself first.
Pulling out her phone she put it on speaker as I let my phone ring until my voicemail played.
"Your call has been forward to an automated voice message system recording..."
She looked at me, "You don't even have a voicemail."
"How was I suppose to know that?"
"You not having a voicemail is weird," she said plainly, before tapping a few things then handing it back to me with the voice recording ready to go.
"What am I suppose to say?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "it's your voicemail put whatever you want."
I nodded before pressing record, "Hi, it's Theo-"
Banging came on the door and my eyes widened as I could hear Ms.Ella shout, "Camilla Moretti you better watch your back," I looked at Camilla who simply looked bored.
Camilla only rolled her eyes in response, "I will."
"I know you-"
"I didn't break anything or kidnap your dog," Camilla said loud enough so she could hear it.
"Parker also known by many as just Parker," I continued, "leave a message."
