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He’s the one haunting me, and now he’s glaring like I’m the problem? Why do boys never take “no” for an answer? They’d rather hear “I have a boyfriend” than a plain, firm “no.” Why? Is it a wiring issue? A missing screw in their brain? “I’ve been here for months,” he said. My eyes widened. Months? That means… he saw everything. Every breakdown. Every silence. Every time I changed clothes— “Oh-kay, calm down!” he blurted, holding up his hands. “I don’t see anything! I hear things, sure, but I shut my eyes, alright?”

I saw him stunned and stoop down, looking hurt and guilty. "I have a boyfriend now, and I don't want you to get in the way of our relationship. Stop this nonsense, stop bothering me! I don't like you, and I will never like you. I don't know what harsher words I need to tell you so you'll stop pestering me, but you need to stop this!" I saw the anger and pain in his eyes, but I didn't show any sign of being affected.

he said, his voice sounding annoyingly amused. "Good," I shot back, planting my hands on my hips even though my chest was still rising and falling too fast. "Because apparently my boyfriend doesn't know how to listen. What happened to taking a step back? What happened to not putting yourself in the line of fire every fucking second of the day?"

he said happily "D...oes this mean we are dating now?" I asked slowly "Yes, I guess so!" he shrugged "For real?!! I'm so excited! I finally have a boyfriend" I screamed jumping around "Do you want someone to hear you?" he asked covering my mouth with his hand "I'm not so dumb" I said slowly taking his hands off "Before you moved into this house, I made my room fully sound-proofed so no one can listen to our conversation. Am I not just so smart?" I asked giggling

I knew for a fact that he might not be my boyfriend and I had a hard sex today but there’s no way that I was going to let this man go just like that , that wasn’t happening . “You know what , I would really appreciate if you mind your own business and stop asking me stuff like that , they get on my nerves And if you do not know what to say , shut your goddamn mouth , you are not my father and you will never be my father , I don’t care what you have to say , you will never be my father , so stop thinking that I would accept you .

She was still too stubborn to tell him. “Don’t hide things from me. Since yesterday, I could see your face. I’m not dumb enough not to realize what you are feeling. Why don’t you tell me? You can just tell me anything. I’m your boyfriend, am I not?” “I told you. There is nothing, really.” “Celine.” His tone got more serious. Celine closed her eyes. She was deciding something. She broke out a soft chuckle. “You are such a great boyfriend….”

He asked, glaring at me, holding my jaw in a ruthless grip, making tears pool in my eyes. "He is going to be my boyfriend soon and why do you have a problem if I get a boyfriend? I am an adult, I can do whatever the fuck I want to do!" My voice raised and his eyes went darker. "Don't you fucking dare raise your voice at me?" He warned me, pulling me closer to him and I started thrashing in his arms. "And you will not meet that poor shitty boy ever again." He ordered me and I felt like slapping him but I knew it would be too much so I stopped myself.

I just need her to shut the hell up! “I told you I…” I cut her shot before she says something stupid that will force me to kill her too. “Shut the fuck up! Annoying bitch, what makes you think I care about your father or you?” I know those words will hurt her but if they will get her to shut up, then so be it. The guy chuckles looking at me through the rear-view mirror.

He definetly knows what he is doing. Okay, what do I have to lose at this moment? He's my boyfriend and not some stranger. It might be less silly to him. We are the only people here and - Oh but last night.... Any trace of amusement left on his face drops when I don't say anything for some time. I want to say something but I'm too shy. " Muffin?.....Talk to me." He urges, his eyes showing concern. I turn around to face him. It's challenging to find the right words at times and sum them into a sentence. " Thank you for loving me." I reach out to touch his face and kiss him shortly, before I walk past him.

Why doesn't he want to stop the topic about her supposed "boyfriend" "So what? He's my boyfriend. What's wrong with that?" In annoyance, she just answered him in the same manner. He didn't speak for a long time on the other line. All she could hear was his violent breathing. Later he spoke as well. "I've deleted all the pictures," he said nonchalantly. "What? What a pity ..."