He Is Mine
How can I be tripping for a fellow gender?
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you coming,” I apologized with a little chuckle, lifting my glass case for him to see.
“Then put it on, weirdo,” he spat rudely.
Despite his beautiful features, I think he is just a jerk who wants to pour out his frustration on other people.
“Sorry about that,” I apologized again, adjusting my backpack on my right shoulder.
“Keep your sorry to yourself,” he mumbled, cleaning off the invincible dust on his shirt.
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