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Emily started a car and revved it before peeling down the driveway and shutting off her location. She was beyond pissed and fel like doing smth about it...violently |
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Caden heard tires screech and his eyes widened, dropping the apple on the counter as he darted to the window, jaw dropping at what car she was basically abusing. "NO NO NO---Oh come ON. That's my custom Bugatti! What the fuck?!" He muttered, grabbing the apple again as he flopped down on the couch, hangover hitting hard. |
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-THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?????? i swear to GOD EMILY if that car gets even a SCRATCH, where are you anyway? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't get that car dinged up PLEASE- |
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Should have thought of that before you lied to me for a bottle <3 |
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-yeah yeah BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT??? what are you doing to my poor car - |
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She got a dry erase marker and drew a long, black line to look like a big scratch before sending Caden a photo. Oops.... She erased the line, the car fine, after sending the photo |
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Caden stared at the photo for a long moment, starting to type something out before deleting it and leaving her on read. |
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She walked in the store, being catcalled constantly. "Have a boyfriend!" She called to the loudest man. "You can have another!" He responded. "And you can have a new shiner!" She snapped, the man following her. She decided to head home but the man got into his car and followed her. She turned down the driveway and the man followed, emily opened the garage and the man followed her in. "What do you want?!" She snap/yelled at the random man. looking for a weapon. "Don't be so hostile, sweetheart" He purred |
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Caden heard the Chiron's engine down the driveway, hearing another man's voice and grabbing his Desert Eagle, walking out seeing him approaching Emily. He cocked the gun which got the man's attention, the stranger's expression falling. "Hey sweetcheeks, you've got about ten seconds to keep skipping your jolly ass into your car and get the hell out of my driveway, understand? Or do I need to dumb it down more?" Caden asked, turning the safety on the gun off as the man backed away, rushing into his car. |
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