I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIM! I know I'm not suppose to act like this, I usually don't give a damn about what people say, but it's just different!
"Ouch!" My arms hurt
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. Are you okay?"
"My arms hurt," I'm holding my arms, almost crying.
"Let's go to a hospital,"
"No no, it will get better soon," I look up and see his face, uhm charming and handsome like gr,no!
"Please miss, I'll drive you to a hospital"
"Well okay," I'm walking behind him, followimg him to his car and he open the door for me.
"Thanks"
We both so silance. Have I told you I hate silances?
"I am Craig"
"I am Gwyneth, nice to meet you, even we didn't meet with a nice way"
"You have a good sense of humor but I am so sorry about that,"
"it's ok" I'm looking out the window. Greg, text me! You didn't care about me? Huh
"Are yoy okay? Since we met at the first time, you look so random"
"I'm absolutely fine" I'm lying
rrt rrt rrt
Vibrate phone! Gosh, I hope it's Greg.
where are you? I am sorry
Yes yes yes.
What the hell should I write for reply?
I am okay. I need time for my own euuw! Gross.
I hate you, stop contact me well, it's a lie, so I erase the text again.
It's okay. I'm on my way to your apartement
"Um Craig, can you please drive me to my friend's apartement?"
"So we not going to hospital?"
"I guess not"
"Ok, just show me the way"
2010/03/09
Part 4 - froyo for dinner doesn't mean diet
"This pyjamas is really cute"
"A girl like you should wear more lingarie than pyjamas," Greg's handing a lot of my shopping bags
"Are you inviting me to a bed party?"
"You could say so"
"In your dream. I'll take this one" Anymay we're here to buy all things that I need to stay at Greg's. We're walking straight to the cashier.
"So can we go home now?," Greg's holding my hand.
"Ummh, I think so. Do you want to have dinner? A froyo?"
"Gwyneth, froyo isn't a dinner"
"But I usually eat froyo for dinner"
"Oh right, you're a princess, you have to take diet program," Greg looks a little bored with me and I don't like the way he talk, it's downin' me.
"Greg for a milion times I told you, stop say princess and the shit about it!" I'm walking, leaving him behind.
"A girl like you should wear more lingarie than pyjamas," Greg's handing a lot of my shopping bags
"Are you inviting me to a bed party?"
"You could say so"
"In your dream. I'll take this one" Anymay we're here to buy all things that I need to stay at Greg's. We're walking straight to the cashier.
"So can we go home now?," Greg's holding my hand.
"Ummh, I think so. Do you want to have dinner? A froyo?"
"Gwyneth, froyo isn't a dinner"
"But I usually eat froyo for dinner"
"Oh right, you're a princess, you have to take diet program," Greg looks a little bored with me and I don't like the way he talk, it's downin' me.
"Greg for a milion times I told you, stop say princess and the shit about it!" I'm walking, leaving him behind.
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