MN/P1Male/Morn/AbbyTalk
From Create Your Own Story
You sigh and think, “Let bygones be bygones,” and knock on her door, simultaneously opening it. She glances at you and goes back to texting.
“Hey, squirt.” She says rudely.
“Hey, Abby.” You utter. You enter and stand in the middle of it, eying and observing her unfamiliar room. Her posters of various celebrities and pop stars to her all pink bed, desk, and computer combo. She glances at you again and smirks.
“What do you want?” She asks.
“Uh...” You start.
“We ran out of “uh's” so get out.” She says, cutting you off.
Your face turns red from annoyance and anger. You figure you can let her behavior slide, because it has been a while since you've seen her... You could always chat with her or leave. You can see that even with your aged wisdom, you still can't stand her. Or... you could ask her to have sex with you. You consider raping her too, but realize that even now, she has too much power over you and you shrink at the idea of taking her forcefully.
