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Scarlett: I’m sending it back. 

Aiden: You can try. She’ll just send it right back. Plus, she’s pregnant. You wouldn’t want to upset her 

hormones. Take pity on the rest of us who have to sleep in the same house as her tonight, princess. 

Scarlett: Ugh!! You’re impossible. This conversation isn’t over. 

Scarlett: Also, how did she get my number! 

Aiden: Goodnight, Princess ;) 

Fucker! 

Do you ever just wake up, and immediately know today just isn’t going to be your day? 

Well, that’s how I felt this morning as soon as I threw the covers off and stood up. 

I didn’t make it very far because as soon as I took one step forward I ended up on the floor in between my tangled blankets. 

How the hell did those get there! 

Standing up and throwing the blankets back on the bed, I opened the curtains to reveal a gloomy Saturday morning. With no sun in sight, the weather seemed to describe my current state perfectly. 

Wait, Saturday? 

Picking up my phone from the night stand, my lockscreen did indeed confirm that today was Saturday. 

Confused as to why Aiden hadn’t woken me up at the crack of dawn, I saw that I had a text from the 

devil himself. 

Aiden: Enjoy sleeping in, Princess. 

This boy! 

I should be grateful that he didn’t wake me up at the crack of dawn again and made me go outside in 

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this weather, yet I somehow found myself missing his company. 

God, Scarlett! Put those thoughts away. It’s not like someone of Aiden stature would even consider 

you as more than a friend. 

Frustrated, I threw my phone back onto the bed and without bothering to look in the mirror at my 

disheveled state, I made my way into the kitchen to get the coffee maker started. 

After making sure to add two extra scoops of coffee than I normally do, I made my way to the 

bathroom for a quick shower. 

Just as I was about to reach for a second towel for my hair, my foot slipped on the slippery tub and I found grasping the towel bar to my right for dear life. 

“Son of a bitch!” I shrieked. 

Oh, I definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. 

Taking extra care as to avoid any further unwanted near death experiences in the bathroom, I finally finished blow drying my hair and walked into the kitchen, popping two waffles into the 

tonster. While waiting for the waffles to come out, I poured myself a nice large cup of coffee. 

Nothing a strong cup of coffee can’t fix. 

Since it was barely 10 am when I finished eating, don’t ask me why I was up that early, I thought it might be a good use of my time to run some of the errands I’d been putting off. There were some car insurance papers that needed to be dropped off to our agent because my mother didn’t trust email. Again, don’t ask. 

There was also the matter of groceries. I think we were down to our last poptart and I’m pretty sure the cheese and milk in the fridge were growing furry friends. While my mom and I like to cook on 

occasion, that doesn’t mean we do it often. We mostly live off frozen meals and poptarts. 

Making my way back into my room, I walked over to the closet and chose the first pair of jeans my hand fell on. I quickly pulled them on, along with a black t–shirt, my black Parka brown UGGs. Shoving my wallet and those insurance papers into my purse, I made a quick pit stop into the 

kitchen to grab the trash before locking up. 

Deep in thought, I threw the trash in the dumpsters before making my way towards my car. I was searching my pockets for my keys when something hit me. 

I was holding the keys in my hand when I threw out the trash. 

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Fuck. 

I ran back towards the big dumpster that now had my keys nestled somewhere in between the neighbors old pizza and used up empty boxes. Glancing around desperately for anything I could use to hoist myself on so that I could get a better view, I found some wooden stools hidden in the corner. 

Dragging one of the stools with me, I raised myself up on it. With one hand holding onto the edge of the dumpster, I used the other to turn on the flashlight on my phone. Wielding the flashlight around for a bit, I finally saw something glistening. 

And what do you know? There, underneath all that trash lay my shiny keys. 

Resisting the urge to throw up, I lowered myself down into the dumpster as far as I could so that I could grab my keys. Once I felt the metál on my hands, I grabbed them and stepped as far away from the dumpster as possible. 

“Ew!” I gagged scrunching my face up in disgust. 

There was no way in hell I was going anywhere now after literally touching trash. Securely holding the keys in my hand, I made my way back upstairs and quickly discarded the clothes I had been wearing. I jumped in the shower for the second time that morning, this time letting the hot water soak me and scrubbing off any remaining stench of trash. 

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