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Chapter thirty three: immature.
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I groaned because I was rudely awakened by my phone that was ringing, I checked the time and it was 1:45 A.M.
Chase.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Scar?" He yawned.
"You're sleepy and you call me?" I chuckled.
"I want to go back to this routine," he said.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you wake me up at 1:45 just to talk?"
"You'll know later, or better; you'll remember later," he laughed.
"Chase!" I whined. "Just tell me!"
"No, Scar."
"Fine."
"Now tell me, what did I miss?"
I told him everything.
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I stayed in bed the next day, not in the mood to attend the school for the day. When I filled my need of sleep, I headed to the kitchen to fill my need of food. I cooked some pancakes, and added syrup.
I remembered that Oliver was coming today, so I decided to message him.
Me:
Are you coming home now?
A couple of minutes later, I received a message from him.
Oliver:
Who are you?!?
Me:
What do you mean? I cooked pancakes, should I leave you some?
Oliver:
WHO ARE YOU?!
Me:
Are YOU Oliver?
Oliver:
None of your business, now tell me why are you messaging my boyfriend!>:(
What a bitch. I did not even know he had a girlfriend.
Me:
Because I want to know if he ate or not.
Oliver:
And why would you care? He's not your boyfriend, he's mine b*tch! BACK OFF!!
Me:
Girl, goodbye.
Oliver:
COME BACK AND TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!!
I ignored her message, and I continued shoving tiny pieces of pancakes in my mouth.
Once I was done, I washed the dishes and dropped myself on the couch. I looked at the door because someone was opening it, merging in was a blonde haired girl, who was very short may I add. She looked at me with wide eyes, and walked to me.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" She yelled.
"What do you mean who am I? Oliver didn't tell you about me?" I asked.
"Why would he tell me that he was hooking up with an ugly sl*t?!" She roared.
"You're asking me? Ask him, you're the one sleeping with him," I shrugged.
"You," she grabbed me by my shirt, and kept shaking me.
"Get off me," I said calmly.
"Tell me what do you want from my boyfriend!"
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1:45 A.M
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