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he couldn’t help but have a smug grin painted on his face as she spoke in annoyance when she heard his voice. “beatrice. long time no see. i’d say you’ve gotten a lot prettier since we last met but bobbi taught me not to lie. - now, now. where are your manners, beatrice? a simple please and thank you might get me to speak. but actions do speak louder than words so if you want to get on your knees, that’ll get me to speak.”

“oh, but   of course!” trish knew that voice better than she knew her own, something she  clearly hated. but when your brother had a poisonous friend – in your opinion – naturally, you disliked them. “omar pushkule.   where.   is.    fox.” not a question, a demand.

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“god, if i’m as ugly as you claim i am, then you either have no standers or absolutely hate yourself. remember, those weren’t your words when we dated. god, you’re really hurting my heart as you keep speaking. i cannot believe i have yet to earn anything from silas khan. this is like, the worst news i’ve heard in a million and one fucking years.”

“you aren’t and your big as fuck ego only makes you more ugly, so. of course i’m still upset ? and even if i wasn’t i don’t owe you anything, you haven’t earned my friendship or anything else for that matter.”

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“i don’t mean pass out, pass out. i mean drop dead pass out. i ain’t draggin’ nobody’s ass nowhere.”

“i don’t pass out from drinking. i’ll probably be the one having to drag your sorry ass home.”

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💌 imessage — open

veronica: keep telling urself that babe

veronica: theres a whooole lot of people who would say otherwise

veronica: when u see things from my perspective it makes it easier to get people like u

omar: those whoole lot of people didn't have sex with you more than once

omar: and exactly who are these 'people like me'?

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please help me remember what    ‘h u m a n’   felt like

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💌 imessage — open

veronica: ur the only one who doesnt find my stories interesting so fuck u

veronica: i can see through your whole facade, ur not that hard to read

omar: i'd say when and where but we've already done the deed and you're not too fun in bed

omar: ah, glad i could find someone who understood me better than i knew myself

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groaning as she kept whining in omar’s ears, he stared at valeria with a blank look on his face. had it been another person, he would have enjoyed this more than he currently is, but it was val, the girl he saw as a sister. it was difficult to see her in any other way , especially with how protective they got over each other when it came down to either getting hurt. “pass, val. - and put your fucking shirt on. we’re in public, there are kids and fucking shit. i’m pretty sure all the women around wish you were dead or are thinking of how to get you in bed and i don’t need either image in my head.”

‘ i know, i heard what you said but - but it’s just not — clicking ?? ’ she stammered, giggles escaping her lips. ‘ it’s just, so fucking hot and i really want to dance, ’ valeria whined, eyes lighting up when she got an idea. her fingers trailed down to the hem of her shirt, slowly lifting it up to take it off. tossing it off to the side, she held her hand out to the person in front of her, unsure who it even was at this point. ‘ dance with me ! ’

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&& txts ⇨ open.

FOX: do you know how to cut hair?

FOX: long story

FOX: need a haircut stat.

OMAR: uh ? check you ur texting pal

OMAR: i can use a knife n scissors for other reasons tho

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&& txts ⇨ open.

GK: I just don't feel like its normal for apt neighbors to visit for dinner

GK: isn't that weird?? rly?

OMAR: idk idgaf ???

OMAR: im not neighbour friendly bitch tf u askin me for

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“don’t expect this to be a regular thing,” he replied only half jokingly. though he’d much rather be called to pick a drunken friend up, omar couldn’t have his reputation be softened because he cared about people - or sometimes he did, at least. “okay, yeah no fair enough. never pass free drinks but if you ring me again, i’ll deck you.”

“ thanks for picking me up and shit.” he slurred, slumping down on the passenger seat. “ some rich dude was paying for drinks tonight,can’t pass up free drinks, because free drinks are awesome.”

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                       looĸ αт ᴀʟʟ тнe тнιɴɢѕ I’ve doɴe ᴡʀᴏɴɢ

                                     αɴd тell мe I αм ɴᴏᴛ α

                       ░Ｂ░Ａ░Ｄ░ ░Ｐ░Ｅ░Ｒ░Ｓ░Ｏ░Ｎ░

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💌 imessage — open

veronica: excuse u, my stories are very entertaining

veronica: i bet i kept u at the edge of ur seat the entire time

veronica: keep telling urself that babe 😘

omar: lsn to me, a brick wall wouldnt even find ur stories interesting if it could think or had to hear it

omar: god, am i that transparent ? knew i couldnt keep it from you

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“i’m the biggest believer, you out of all people should know,” he half-joked, taking the bottle back and taking a long swing himself. “ah that’s the spirit. except, having a person’s blood on my hand isn’t really what i want or need.”

‘ happy hour is every hour if you just believe, kiddo. ‘ she stated, taking the bottle from him and chugging it, grimacing slightly as she gave it back. ‘ oh, really ? in that case give me another swig —– at least i’ll end my life as i lived it; drunk. ‘ 

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“not the worst looking person alive, but not pretty enough to be my competition.”

“Oh an I am not to pretty to die? Yeah okay!”

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"yes, of course i’m not that pretty, whatever you say silas. we both know that i am the pretties person here. oi baby, who shoved a stick up your ass ? you still upset over stupid little things that happened in the past ? ”

“omar you’re really NOT that pretty and there’s no fuckin’ way i’m dyin’ for your irrelevant ass. maybe you should find someone who cares if you die to test that out for ya.”

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“i’ve got priorities, two younger siblings and an older one to watch out for. of course i’m about to put your life before mine, bobbi would go psycho without me. who else would do her dirty work while she’s threatening people ? ”

“ it’s really comforting that you are willing to put my life on the line, to make sure your’s can prosper. you’re a real fellow omar. a real fellow.”