leave us alone. ❦

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WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.....

I wiped my lips as the door closed.

"F-Fucking bastard" I said grabbing my hair.

what the fuck was his problem.

He can't just do that shit outta no where.

My hands traveled down to grip the back of my neck in stress, as I gave up and laid on my bed, plumping on it softly but hard.

That stupid peppermint, candy cane, stop sign, life jacket....

"Ugh" I sighed as my face rubbed into the sheet.

I turned my head around a little as my left eyeball peeped up from the covers.

Of course.

His stupid ass left his jacket and shoes.

I SWEAR HE'S DOING THIS ON PURPOSE.

So he can come back to my dorm and stay and be a pervert and do things to me.

I'm a victim.

"Damn it" I grunted out, throwing a pillow at the door, as the thoughts running through my head couldn't handle the silence anymore.

"That bastard kissed me" i said as My face started to heat up.

He's stupid

Dumb

Ugly

Has father issues

Motherless

A cry baby

Cold

Dumb folded

2 quirked

2 faced

Mentally stressing

Pervert.

I HATE HIM.

I pounded my fist and feet onto the poor covers, as my heart started to calm down from the panic attack that bastard was about give to me, which I guarantee he will pay for my medical bills, he has more than enough money.

I started to stare at the males jacket.

No don't.

I told myself as intrusive thoughts came in.

I chuckled a little.

Really thought  I would be such a low life to do that to myself.

Yes your right.

I got up from the bed, heading towards the grey peice of fabric.

No.

You'll regret this, my internal voice started playing in the back of my head.

Hey! Are you ignoring me.

Damn right I am, my body was way powerful than my thoughts at this moment in fucking time.

I grabbed the jacket and lured it to my face, it smelled like th bastard, with a scent that went blinded by my noise which was mines from when I washed it.

Fuck what are you doing?

Honestly I do and don't know.

I sat back down on the bed.

Oh don't you fucking dare.

My own actual thoughts tried to warn me, but who gives a fuck.

I grabbed it by one hand, sliding my arm through the other and in vise versa as I fixed it on myself.