KIARA
"Kiara... Kiara, come on, wake up."
"Ugh, it's the morning already?" I groaned, turning around to sleep more.
"Woman, it's the afternoon."
"What?! What time is it?" I got up quickly.
"It's 12:01."
"And you didn't think of waking me up?"
"I did. You wouldn't wake up." He flashed me a smug smile.
"Well, do you blame me? After that miserable night? I'm not even talking about your family. I love them more than I love you--- I mean, I don't love you! I meant, like, if I could ever love you." I explained.
"Look what I found in the bathroom." He pulled out what he was holding behind him: my bra.
Are you fucking kidding me?
"Hey, that's mine!" I tried to snatch it.
"Let's see... 34 C cup. I'll keep that in mind."
"Damien, stop that's the only bra I have right now," I whined, trying to grab it from him.
He gulped. I gulped.
"Stop staring at my boobs!"
"Can you blame me, your nipples are peeking through my shirt!"
"What?!" I looked down at my breasts, "More reasons why you shouldn't be staring!"
It was the perfect opportunity. He lost his focus, and now I could easily get my bra back.
I leaned forward and snatched my bra. But, I guess I had jumped with more force than I had thought; we both fell off the bed.
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That Cliche Waitress
Teen Fiction"Oh, Kiara, there's one more thing I would like to order." the bitc- -- I mean, the woman smiled once again. "Yes?" I asked, returning her fake smile. "Keep your fucking eyes off my man." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THAT'S IT! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS...
