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Sunday, September 6th

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Sunday, September 6th

It's Sunday night. No sugar daddy, yet.

Jason was my first follower. Weird, but I won't question it. Maybe my account just was in the recommendation. Yeah.

My search history consists of "how to get a sugar daddy." "Ways to get a sugar daddy." "How to scam old men."

I thought google was the solver to all my problems. Clearly not. I got told I had cancer from just searching up why my head hurts.

Google doctors need to go.

I sigh and fall back on my bed.

If I don't get this sugar daddy I owe Aiden whatever he tells me.

It's fine I got it.

Not.

It's Monday morning. Nothing.

I'm a professional liar. So I just lie and tell him I have one.

I'm a genius.

I grab my white beat up converse. Converse have my whole heart.

Todays outfit is a little out of what I usually wear, but I like it. Luna told me to take advantage of the warm weather, so I'm doing just that. Wearing shorts with a black tank top and flannel.

I model walk my way down stairs. I should really become a model. I feel it calling my name.

I grab a muffin and my reusable water bottle and I walk out of the house.

I feel like I'm forgetting something.

I spot Aiden just standing there. How sweet is he waiting for me?

"Hi bug what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer me and just continued to walks

Ok rude.

"I should become a model."

"No."

"Just because you told me no.  I will become one." I catch up to him and we start walking side by side.

I should trip him. Pay back.

"Stop." He stops and looks at me confused.

I look at him and I so secretly put my foot in front of him.

"You have something on your face and it's bothering me." I flick his forehead.

"Fuck off." He begins walking and completely dodges my foot.

I'm not going to let this one slide.

As we continue walking to school I noticed he's not in his usual mood. He usually more mean and cheerful.

"Did you stub your toe in the morning?"

"Did I what?"

"Stub your toe." I sigh. "That always ruins my mood you know." I shrug.

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