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Oh no, I'm going to be late and I'm going to miss all the fun! This stupid Karen won't leave me be. "Look, lady, I know your boyfriend left you but I had nothing to do with it!"
I've been at this for the past twenty minutes. I have half a mind to call the police but my phone is in my bedroom and she won't stop screaming her head off. Besides, who needs the police when I have pepper spray?
"I will pepper spray you if you step inside my home," I growl. "I have a life to get back to, so if you don't mind, I'm slamming the door in your face."
"You said you'll make sure no man ever knocks on my door every again!" She accuses me. "You made my boyfriend leave me!"
"That's it! I'm slamming the door in your face- Hey! Get out of my home!" So I use my pepper spray. What did you expect me to do? Shout empty threats?
"You just pepper sprayed me! I'm going to go blind!"
"That's not how pepper spray works, lady. Now get out," I push her out of my apartment as she screams about how she went blind. Once she's gone, I close the door shut, only to here loud banging on my door.
Again? "Look, lady, I told you already, I didn't tell your boyfriend to leave you. You didn't even need my help for that."
"Bailey!"
I recognized that voice anywhere. I immediately opened the door only for Adrian to attack me with a hug. "Bailey, I called you so many fucking times!" He hugs me tighter, desperately.
"It's in my room. The woman next door wouldn't let me leave, so I just pepper sprayed her," I explain. "I'm sorry I got you worried. I didn't hear it ring." I hear his heart beating loudly against his chest and begin to feel extremely guilty.
"Do you have work today?"
"No, it's my day off. I was going to go shopping for a dress for the party tonight," I tell him, while leaning against his rock hard chest.
"Shit!"
"What?"
"I was planning to give you a gift I had bought for you a couple days ago, but I forgot it in a rush."
"You... you bought me a gift?" I stare at him, big-eyed, ready to cry any second. Fuck. No one's ever gotten me a gift before.
"Hey, are you crying?" He pulls away from the hug and looks at my face. "Did I do something wrong?"
"I'm not crying. My eye is sweating."
"Do you not want that gift? Oh my god, did I offend you? I didn't mean to... I-"
"No! I'd love to see that gift. It's just that... I've never gotten a gift before," I wrap my arms around him again. "You fucker, why'd you have to be so sweet as to make me cry?" I sniffle.
"I'll show you when we get to my home. Can we go now?"
I nod eagerly. "Carry me," I joke. "Just kid- Wait! No I didn't mean literally!" I screech as Adrian picks me up and off my feet and throws me over his shoulder. I aspire to be this strong.
Since I'm dangling over his shoulder, I take a good look at his butt. I bet he does a lot of squats because he's got that cake. And me wants some of that cake.
I quiet down as we pass my neighbor's door. I flip a middle finger at the door though for all the times she's made me suffer. I'm guessing she's now washing the pepper spray out of her eyes. Well, suffer, bitch.
I feel the sudden urge to smack Adrian's ass, so I do it. "Oh wow, it feels amazing," I compliment, patting it one more time. In return, Adrian pats mine. I giggle, before I can stop myself.
I need to compose myself. Breathe in. Breathe out.
"Are you okay? You sound like you just ran away from a stampede."
"Why do I even try?" I groan. A couple of minutes later, Adrian dumps me into the passenger seat of the car and takes a seat in the driver's seat. He leans over and plants a kiss on my lips before starting the car.
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I step into Adrian's mansion, and leap onto the couch, bouncing slightly. Adrian approaches me with a few paper bags in his hand. "Well... I bought you a few things... and they're in here," He explains, adorably. "Take a look."
I take the bags from his hands and look inside. There goes my heart fluttering away. Look guys! Wave at it! It's onto better things now. It's no longer going to help keep me alive because holy fuck, this gift is everything.
There was a bunch of Ariana Grande merch. Albums, perfumes, and sweatshirts. He went out to get me Ariana Grande merch when he hates her?! My fucking heart! Just kill me already.
I open the last bag to see a hot as fuck jumpsuit. It was full sleeved and came all the way down to my ankles. Near the waist, it flowed down like a dress, but it parted in the middle only to reveal a legging-like material. It was a gorgeous maroon, with lacy patterns on the legs and arms.
He got me a dress that would cover my scars... I think I just melted. I'm a puddle now. Yep, I'm a puddle.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. You're an ugly crier. I repeated this mantra as I opened the last gift.
Nope, let me cry now. My face crumpled up as I let the tears flow out my eyes down my face. I hold the two Ariana Grande concert tickets. I've ranted to him about how I've always wanted to go to an Ariana Grande concert but never had the money or freedom to do so.
And now here he is. Giving me more than I've ever asked for.
"Did you like it?" He asks, slightly nervous. I wanted to kiss the nervousness out of him. Gah!
"I fucking loved it!" I sob. I know this might be slightly sensitive about a little gift, but it means a fucking lot to me. So judge away. "I loved it so much!"
"Good, because I bought one of those at an auction because it was the last of it's kind and I'm telling you, some people are obsessed about that girl," He rants. "Did you know that people are willing to sell their homes for her? I sure didn't."
"How much... was all this?"
"Just twenty."
"That's all?"
"Thousand."
I think my eyes flashed dollar signs. "Adrian that's so fucking expensive, I can't accept this!"
"You can. It's not that hard."
"I don't even pay that much for college!" Actually, I don't even pay much for college because of the scholarships I got, but still! This is so fucking expensive. It's worth more than my life!
"It'll hurt my feelings if you don't accept."
"Fine, but I'm giving you gifts later. Lots of them. So much that you're going to drown in it!"
"Is that another kink of yours?"
"No, I was just telling you that I was going to give you a lot of gifts later on."
"Why buy me something, when I have you right here?" He whispers huskily in my ear, wiping a tear from my face. A warm feeling spreads in my heart.
"Then unwrap me," I whisper back. "I'm all yours."
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a/n: okay, lemme explain why i keep robbing you guys (btw, bailey didn't lose her v-card yet)
let's start off with my age: FIFTEEN! right? i think that's reason enough. like i can write the steamy kissing but like not all the other things like after one of them is half naked or something.
let me at least turn 18 and then i might get into it but as of now, i can't write smut. maybe when i turn 18, i'll make a separate book or just add smut chapter onto this bad boy, but like NOT NOWW!!! i srsly hope you understand â¥ï¸
as a reader, i hate being robbed too, but like as a writer... i understand why some writers don't add smut. it's awkward to write, and i'm WAYYYY too young for this shit.
anyway, i hope you liked this chapter â¥ï¸ i love you so so so so so so so so so so so muchhhhhhhhhh! ðâ¥ï¸â¥ï¸