Part 29

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Y/n's POV

I go down the stairs to see Demi in the
kitchen raiding the refrigerator. This girl is so annoying.

"Girl, stop," I say loudly as I sit up on the
counter. "I need that food to last the rest of the week."

Demi gets out of my fridge and stands in
front of me. I close my legs tightly because I don't want her trying to stand in between them.

"Why can't you just leave?" I ask him. "I don't like you and I don't want to see you any more than I have to."

"But I want to see you," she pouts and I push at her chest.

"Seriously, Demi, leave. Your girlfriend
probably wants you and if she happens to
stop by, she will hate me and you. I don't
really care if she hates you, but I do care if she hates me."

"Don't be like that," she tells me. "Don't throw me out of your house. I just want to love you so let me love you."

"Demi, get out of my house before I call the police. I am not joking," I say. God, this girl is really annoying.

"Okay. Fine. But I will see you sometime
tomorrow, babygirl," she replies. "Don't think that you can get away from me."

"Why, because you are a stalker?" I ask her.

"No." She smirks. "Because I am irresistible."

"But yet I can always resist," I say.

Demi leaves and I sigh, dropping off the
counter to finish getting ready.

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