27 / / ❝he gave me his number on a freaking tissue paper.❞


   

Leila | Sarah

 

[ After saying goodbye to Trevor, Leila puts down the phone on its place, new questions running through her brain now. ]

      

Sebastian Tanner . . . why does his name sound familiar?

      

❝Mind telling me what happened just now?❞

The guy that called in frequently—

❝You answered his call again.❞

      

—just told me that he has a brain tumor but no money to pay for the medical bills.

      

❝ . . . ❞

      

. . .

      

❝I'm sorry, Leila. I really am.❞

      

I'm going to pay everything for him.

      

❝How? Unless you have money saved, it would be practically impossible. Even my income is smaller than the surgery costs needed for a brain tumor. Why do you have to butt in his business anyway? Just let him . . . ❞

      

Let him die? That's what you're trying to say?

  

❝No, Leila. I—❞

       

Just let me handle my job alone in peace, please?

       

❝I'm sor—❞

       

Apologies will only add salt to the wound, Miss Sarah. I'm fine, don't worry.❞

       

[ Everyone knows the #1 rule of girls: ❝I'm fine❞  means ❝BITCH I'M FUCKING SHOOK. I'M SCARRED FOR LIFE, OKAY? I FEEL LIKE YOU JUST HIT ME WITH A BUS AND THEN AN AIRPLANE FALLS ON ME AND THEN DONALD TRUMP COMMENCES A FRENCH-KISSING SESSION WITH ME TO REVIVE ME FROM MY ETERNAL SLEEP. SO, NO. I AM NOT FINE!!!❞ ]

       

[ Sorry for shagging your retinas with excessive amount of capital letters. Back to the story! Leila sighs for a moment before pondering back on her thoughts ]

       

Sebastian Tanner . . . He seriously sounds familiar. I think I met him somewhere before.

  

. . .

  

Oh, God. He's the douchebag who tried to flirt with me when I got assigned as the cashier the other day.

  

And, oh! He gave me his number on a freaking tissue paper.

  

The same tissue paper that he used to wipe off his mucus seconds before he wrote his number right underneath the mucus.

  

I think I threw away the tissue now. . . . Oh, wait. I wrote it back on another piece paper because he said 'Who knows? Maybe I will be waiting outside your window tonight, baby.' and I kept it in my bedroom drawer for some reason.

  

[ I mean, it's Wattpad, so nonsensical plot lines are bound to happen at some point. ]

      

YES, BEDROOM DRAWER! I'm going to ask that douchebag to be responsible for his younger brother.

  

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