"Hi there! This is Target! How can I assist you?"
"Who the fuck are you?"
"...Ma'am, I don't like how you're talking to me."
"WHO ARE YOU WOMAN?!"
"Jessy, Ma'am."
"Where's Chance?"
"...Chance? Heh. He's out today."
"You're lying to me."
"I would never lie to customers!"
"Bitch, I will go to your house and cut you. Tell me where Chance is."
"OUR CALLS ARE RECORDED, MA'AM. This is disrespect!"
"STOP CALLING ME MA'AM! I'm sixteen and I NEED CHANCE."
"HE'S OUT."
"Fine, tell him I'm pregnant. And he's the father."
"..."
"..."
"...You're his girlfriend?"
"...Are you crying?"
"No. I just... he said that if anyone called for him, say he wasn't at work."
"...I - do you like him?"
"Ever since first grade."
"..."
"For a kid with glasses and braces... he's hot as fuck."
"..."
"I shouldn't have said any of that. Sorry."
"No...no. He's not my boyfriend. He's free. Go after him."
"..."
"But don't use a net to catch him. You'll need bullets to bring that sarcasm on legs down."
A/N - Updated three times because I'm sick free and happy. Yay. Also, yolo... And I slay.
-Gyana
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Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
