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I might've lost the password to my Discord.

I said to Ethan:


Dude I accidentally reported someone and made like 2 Tumblr posts panicking (one was in a reblog), so I don't know what's gonna happen with me or the person's account, or if I'm gonna be seen as a scammer. Also, I have to go to sleep as if shit is at all fine. I was just trying to close after blocking someone for fatphobic joke-art, which is also sad because that person made nice art and I reblogged many to my aestheticblog. Bing says that nothing's gonna happen, but I really HAVE no one to help with my stuff. If I need comfort, to ask a question, support, help, have an online emergency or whatever, or need to vent, or if I have an enemy, or made a new friend who could technically be fake, etc, I don't have anyone - like I have an acquaintance, but she's not there often, so I just DON'T have anyone ...

I'm like "oh shit, I gotta tell ...." and then I think about the people I can't tell - like the amounts, because they're strangers and probably won't reply. I can vent in a reblog, but I don't have people to help with anything online, even when needed the most, or even just general stuff I have no one to tell. Telling Ai is therefore an EXTRA bad idea, but that's just what I do - like I honestly understand more and more why people use Ai, even though I already fully understand why. I of all people shouldn't be alone to navigate things, but too bad, because I've had several fake friends, made so many mistakes that makes me wonder why I'm even here, and who knows what else is gonna happen. Maybe I'll be seen as an accidental report scam, so who knows?! And I have to go to sleep, not knowing when and IF something will happen and what the signs are that maybe NOTHING will happen and WHEN I'll get the signs, and all alone.

Accidentally did the thing that scams claim to do which is to accidentally report, what the fuck do I do?! I'm panicking.

Back to the Xanderweb in case anyone is seeing this! MAN, I have no one to help me about the Tumblr situation ... well, that is my life! I DOUBT it's just BAD INTERNET CONNECTION.

WIP) Job At Latrina Cafe

 

It's another day of Stercore Defluxio's work life, and as she tries her best to make people smile, as a waiter, along with her friends, the mean girls have other plans, and so does the mysterious bad boy, that she has a crush on ... or does he? That was her life, before she met the optimistic guy, who is a new waiter ...

CHAPTER 1: GOING TO WORK

I woke up, but it wasn't the alarm this time.

"Huh?!"

"Stercore, for the last time, wake up!"

"Huh ... what time is it?" I rubbed my blue eyes with my fists. I glided my eyes to the alarm. My green eyes shot open.

"I'm late!" I said, and ran out of bed.

I threw a bunch of clothes out of my closet, and ran to get ready. After that, I was running to work.

"Don't forget your breakfast!" She shouted, and I grabbed a piece of toast from the buffet, and put it in my mouth.

"Thanks, bye!" I mumbled.

"Stay safe, have a good day!" I ran out, and down the stairs of the apartment.

I took twists and turns around each block, and sweat dripped from my forehead, before I saw the silhouette of a guy, my eyes widening, before I ended up crashing into him.

"Ow..." I rubbed my head in pain. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Y-yes." I said coyly, and blushed.

"Oh thank God!" His head tilted a bit to the side, and he was smiling slightly.

"I don't want to get sued." I looked at him. He was offering his hand and I blushed harder. I looked at him a bit, before slowly reaching out to grab his hand. It was as if a shock-wave went through his body, and his smile instantly dropped, but his hand was still patiently holding mine. He then pulled me in to the nearest bushes. He put hand-sanitizer on his hands.

"If you gotta run into me again ..." he then looked back at me, as I spat out leaves.

"At least don't look like, AND act like an obnoxious idiot."

"M-my toast!"

"Yeah, that definitely made you look like an obnoxious idiot." He sounded genuine but ... he - no, NO, Starcore, what a stupid thought!

"A-again?" I just said.

"You bumped into me at the grocery store, remember?"

"I ..." I blushed.

"S-sorry." I coyly apologized.

"Well, I definitely HOPE you are!" I watched as I watched his silhouette disappear, as he was walking away ... away from me ... I sighed dreamily, and brushed off the dirt off of my kawaii work uniform. I was then running to work, realizing I was REALLY late, while thinking about an apology from my boss. Today was gonna be a long day ...

CHAPTER 2: GETTING TO WORK
I ran through the cafe doors, my chestnut brown hair a mess.

"Sorry I'm late!" I called out, and straightened by ebony locks.

"The boss is gonna give so much fucking trouble!" I blushed, as Lance Gray: the hottest bad boy of Latrina, was on the horizon.

"I know." I muttered.

"No." He slammed his hand on the wall near me, and I let out a startled yelp.

"You have no fucking clue. Stercore ... our boss will rip you to shreds ..." he removed his hand.

"S-sorry." I barely looked at him, with my own red eyes. He left without saying anything. I sighed. I was walking, when I saw my boss come out of the room.

"B-boss -"

"Save it, Defluxio." Ornatus Latrina held up a hand. I instantly shut my pipe.

"Workers, as you may have noticed, you two are the only ones here ..."

"We-we are?" I blushed.

"Yes, you dumbass." Lance hit my arm. I rubbed it in pain.

"Yes, and there is a very good reason for that." I looked over at Lance. I blushed harder.

"Starting today ..." our boss looked at us to see if we payed attention.

"We have a new worker starting here with us ..." My eyes widened.

"We have a new transfer student - I MEAN, cafe-worker." Huh, what was that? Oh, nevermind.

"Please welcome our newest member of Latrina ..." Ornatus walked all the way over to the office door, to opened the door.

"Jebediah!" Out, came a tall, blond man, with green eyes, and a sense of ... something, to them. He looks ... GOOD in that outfit ... he looked around, AND THEN SAW ME! Wait a minute ... THAT'S THE GUY I RAN INTO EARLIER THIS MORNING.

"LANCE GRAY ... AND YOU!" I could hear the anger in his voice. Enough to make someone tremble.

"YOU ..." my crush Lance Gray spat out, literally. But oh no ... I HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM BOTH! Wait, no, that's not it ... it can't be ... SNAP OUT OF IT, STERCORE! Jebediah raised his eyebrow.

"No hygiene?" Lance's anger retracted.

"Urrrrgh, YOU!" He barked.

"Yes? Well, yes. Yes, it's me. I know, I'm awesome." That ... that confidence ... Lance Gray was moving with anger.

"S-SHUT YOUR PIPEHOLE!"

"That would not be very practical. That rhymes." Jebediah fixed his appearance ... his appearance ...

"W-whatever!"

"I'd quit if I could." I heard Jebediah say. I stood there, mouth agape.

"W-who-who is he?" I stood there, between them.

"The WORST -"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS." That firmness in Jebediah's -

"Okay, now ..." Lance threw a broom to him.

"We should get to work." Jebediah looked around.

"I don't have to -"

"I know." He smiled a mischievous smile. Jebediah growled.

CHAPTER 3: WORKING
After a while, everything went smoothly ... well ... mostly ... sure, Lance and Jebediah had their rivalries, but for the most part no one payed attention to anyone ... until ...

"Here's the coffee you ordered." Jebediah the otherwise casual worker said.

"Thank you." The shy, cute, and nervous customer responded. I watched, as a sticky-note on the coffee got discovered.

"Stercore!" I was shocked out of my shell. I looked over at Lance.

"A little HELP here?!"

"Oh, right ..." I looked over at the flustered face.

"Coming!" I yelled, and rushed over to Lance.

"Stercore." He said.

"The tables need to be cleaned." He pointed at a table, near the blushing customer.

"Okay." I got ready, and started walking over to the table. I took care of the table just fine, but my eyes were at the table nearby.

"The coffee is as hot as you are." I heard being read out loud, as I bit my lip.

"From Jebediah?" I avoided eye-contact, and found my eyes looking at HIM. He winked. I felt my heart shatter a bit, but continued on cleaning anyway.

I heard mumbles of

"That's so cute"

"I could get a boyfriend"

"What do I say to him?"

"Did he just flirt with me?" And I bit my lip harder to avoid the pain. I started tasting metal. My hand reached to my lip, and wiped it. I looked at the blood on my hand, then wiped it off on my apron.

"Wait, THIS COFFEE IS COLD?!" I heard being exclaimed. I looked, and saw the note being re-read.

"JEBEDIAH!" The guy mentioned began breaking out into laughter that echoed through the cafe. Every breath was used for his laugh, as he struggled to calm down. He laughed for what felt like hours, barely stopping, and I saw him just stand there, and with his beautiful voice.

"JEBEDIAH! WAIT UNTIL OUR BOSS HEARS ABOUT THIS!" Lance Gray shouted, and I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do.

"It was worth it." Jebediah smiled.

CHAPTER 4: COMPETITION
15 April 2023.

I watched, as the door opened ... out, came an unhappy Jebediah, while that STUPID boss, ORNATUS, smiled. I watched, hands together, as he walked past me ... he walked right past me ... he never notices me, he never will, but I felt CONCERN for him ... he wasn't exactly SAD, just - more, ANNOYED, but it was enough to make my heart shat ... and fall into a million pee ...

"W-what's wrong?" I asked gently. He turned. HE TURNED!

"Our boss yelled at me, for making the BRILLIANT joke!" He retorted. I could hear him rant ALL DAY.

"BRILLIANT?! You call THAT brilliant?!" Lance Interjected.

"Yes, however, YOU wouldn't understand, YOU'RE not a genius!" I gasped at the sheer AUDACITY he had, to say such a thing, to my crush ...

"S-SH-SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled, at him. At HIM. Directly at HIM ... he turned around, yet again. He stared me with his average, ANGRY eyes ...

"LEAVE HER ALONE, JEBEDIAH!" Lance Gray stood in front of me, while blushing.

"I didn't even DO anything yet." He responded, in disbelief.

"You keep your hands OFF of her!" He warned.

"I DIDN'T EVEN PUT MY HANDS ON THAT DISGUSTING PERSON, AND WHEN I DID, I SANITIZED THE HAND SHE TOOK!"

"YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER, OR ELSE ..."

"LANCE, MY FELLOW HUMAN BEING, I DON'T EVEN WANT HER! Listen, unlike YOU, my taste isn't shit."

"I bet you don't even HAVE one." He spat. Jebediah dodged the spit.

"Well, I'm a -" Lance took me away before I could hear him finish his sentence.

"We're in - in the closet?!" I looked around, with my big, hazel eyes, in wonder. I could see Lance nod, in the darkness.

"Oh..." I gasped, at the closet.

"Listen, Jebediah ... doesn't deserve you." I looked at him.

"He's too much of a good boy ..." in the background, I heard him exclaim "I JUST RICKROLLED YOU!", then laughing hysterically. He held my face, to keep my focus away.

"Yes, I may be a trouble-maker, a leather-lover ... some might even say a bad boy ..." he ran his fingers through his hair.

"But ... babygirl ..." he bit his lip.

"I am not LIKE, the others boys!" He blushed harder.

"I wanna be your bad boy." He liked his lips.

"I'm sorry if I'm too forward ..." he looked away.

"But this is how I feel ..." he put his hand on his nipple-chest.

"I wanna treat you well ..." he lifted my chin.

"I will be a good man." He brushed a lock of my silver hair away from my face.

"For you, hotbabe ..." then the closet door opened. I looked there onto him, frozen. My body couldn't move, mouth agape.

"DON'T ..." he looked angry. Oh no, this is too late, NOW I CAN'T GET TOGETHER WITH MY CRUSH, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!

"RUIN MY POSTER!" He yelled, shoving both of us aside, tending to a poster, that he seemed to be the one to put in the closet, though I'm not sure ... "quite the queer place to be, isn't it?" The poster said. Jebediah panicked, rushing to fix the poster.

"Calm down, dude, it's just a poster." Jebediah's head snapped.

"IT'S JUST A POSTER?! THIS ..." he pointed at it.

"IS A FANTASTICAL QUEER PUN, AND YOU ARE LUCKY TO EVEN HAVE SEEN THIS MASTERPIECE, YOU UNGRATEFUL, UNFUNNY, E-BOY, OF AN EDGE-LORD!"

"YOU ..." he growled. I put my hands on his nipple-chest.

"Lance, no!" He pushed me harshly.

"Move out of the way, bitch, I have to protect you ..." there was a deadly staring-match.

🎶So why do good girls, like bad guys?! I've had this question for a really long time!🎶 Lance Gray cried.

"Fart." Jebediah deadpanned.

🎶I KNOW I CAN TREAT YOU BETTER -🎶

🎶Danny can.🎶

🎶'CAUSE EVERY GIRL, LIKE YOU, DESERVES, A -🎶

🎶Toilet-man.🎶 Lance then mumbled something incoherent.

🎶You wasted time, you know, you wasted time -🎶

🎶You should be with poopy instead!🎶

🎶I know I can treat you better ...🎶

🎶BETTER, BATHROOM-FAN!🎶

"What are you, like, FIVE?!"

"No, I'm ..." he put a song on.

🎶'Cause I'm so darn FANCY!🎶 he smiled.

🎶Check out my swoop of hair!🎶 he moved it, from his face.

🎶Yeah, I'm so darn FABULOUS!🎶 he pushed Lance, and Lance fell to the ground.

🎶It's not like you would care.🎶 he rolled his eyes.

🎶However, I'm so darn CHARMING!🎶 he posed dramatically.

🎶See it, right here.🎶 he stared right into the camera he picked up.

🎶WOO, I'm so darn NIFTY!🎶 he confidently sang.

🎶Hug me, if you're aware.🎶 he winked at the camera, which he held in front of the fourth wall. Then, he did an ending-pose. Lance Gray slowly clapped.

"Can we get back to work?" Jebediah turned the camera off, just like he turned off -

"Alright." He said, flipping his hair, and going back to fixing the poster.

I FOUND LANCE GRAY IRL
youtu.be/6HB610vd3nU

Btw, hi to whoever was reading this, a few mintiues, or one, or so, ago (am spelling this fast so you will maybe see this)

CHAPTER 5: TABLES
After fixing the poster, everything went back to normal ... almost ... Lance Gray left the room, so, Jebediah did the work ... not Lance Gray's though ... he refused, so I had to do it all, myself, and hate it as I might, I barely got to see him ...

"Lance, Lance!" I sjbjdijdhbcjwiknm across the floor, as soon as I saw the puffy-eyed badboy.

"Leave me ALONE." he mumbleed, and brushed past me, and my hazel-turquoise hair.

"Lance, baby, it's me!" I said, and held his face.

"Get the fuck out of my way!" he said, and shoved me aside, and I landed on the floor. I crossed my arms, in anger.

Lance traced his arm across the table.

"UGH, NO ONE took care of this?!"

"I DID, Lance, I was just too busy -" I said.

"Save it, Stercore!" he snapped. I instantly shut my trap.

Jebediah went into the room.

"YOU!" Lance pointed at him. Jebediah looked around.

"YES, YOU, YOU MORON!"

"I am NOT a moron, JUST because I don't understand what your incompatible brain-type, is vaguely saying, while not even TRYING, to make us understand each other!"

"YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING PISSING SHITTING 0 IQ-ED FAILURE!"

"No."

"YOU -"

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!" I stood up on the table, bravely, my cute shoes painting the boring tables, with a muddy brown, my arms raised in front of them.

"Lancy ... this isn't LIKE you ..."

"Actually, this IS like hi -"

"And what do YOU know, about me, Stercore?!" he gestured angrily.

"I know who you are ... the REAL you ..." I slowly lowered my hands.

"You don't know ANYTHING about me!" he spat, and looked at the saliva-ridden ground.

"Of course I do!" I cried out.

"But I'm just a misunderstood bad boy!"

"You are MORE than that, Lance Gray! You ... you are ..."

"Yes, Stercore?" his eyes looked at me, with an irresistible expectation, to finish my sentence.

"You ..."

"Say it ..."

"I ..." I flung my head away.

"I don't know ..." he stood there in silence, for a while, just looking at me.

"I knew it ..." I looked at him, as he was turning around and leaving.

"No, wait, NO, LANCE!" I protested, and erected my hand into the air at him.

"OF COURSE you don't understand me ... I'm the misfit bad boy ... NO ONE understands me ... I don't know why I thought you would be any different ..." he went off.

"Wait, NO!" I cired, and stood there, as he walked away.

"Just go after him." I sighed, and kneeled down on the table, gathering my hands, in pain, as a tear streaked down my chocolate white cheek.

"Clean up the floor. Lance spat on it." I heard Jebediah say, as I felt my world plummet into the dark abyss of the void of nothingness, in a black hole.

There is no chapter 6, as of writing this
I accidentally wrote chapter "6", @ the previous chapter, and I didn't mean to, as it's chapter 5.

Sorry if there was any confusion.

CHAPTER 6: FLOOR
Tears pissed down my face, as I forced my body into the ever-lasting, torturous rhythm, of mopping the floor ... what felt like decades, spent in silence, with only the thoughts of the recent catastrophe, entering my mind, never escaping, as if I deserved all the pain of the weight of my past consequences, all wrapped up, forever to be thrown at me, broken, then gathered, then thrown, then broken, then gathered again, to at last be shoved against me, until I no longer can bear it.

"WHAT are you even talking about?" could this be ... a beam of sunshine, in my ever-glowing darkness? My computer-black eyes were caving in - but I managed, to yank them up, looking at the very same guy, WHO CAUSED ALL OF THIS PURE AGONY, as he now stood there, hair being illuminated by the sunlight outside.

"Y-you wouldn't understand ..." I bit my lip. I began to sound just like Lance ... Lance Gray ... trees streamed down my face, again.

"Alright." with those simple words, he merely checked the floor, his face contorting in the animalistic expression, of raw, hormonal emotions.

"The floors look alright."

"W-what do you want?!" I snapped, and his head turned, quickly, to look at mine.

"What are you here for?!" I asked - no, i could no longer bear it - my bleach-white teeth bared, all remembering all the fury he put, in my coldass heart.

"I wanted to see if you mopped the floors, correctly." I spend some seconds staring at him.

"I -" he interrupted, with a sigh.

"Listen, shitfall, I usually wouldn't say this, however, I SHOULD: Lance Gray will NOT change just due to you, he is NOT a good person, you should NOT excuse his behavior, and you should cut him off from your life ... I know a place, that I recommend to whoever needs help ... Work there, or just somewhere else, just quit, I'll help you with everything, and look out for signs of anyone with that brain-type. Is that fine?" my mouth dropped open, at the audacity this man had.

"Lance Gray is hot, shows me interest and love, and has a tragic backstory! Why should I trust YOU?! You have been nothing but harsh towards me!" I snapped ... I finally snapped ... at HIM ... I-

"Well ... I guess it's your own choice ... maybe I should just let you face the consequences -" he turned, to leave.

"Yes, you should." my eyes tried to pierce his face.

"... well, fine, then." he almost left me.

"Go ahead and be with the obnoxious sentient."

CHAPTER 7: THE CAFE
Maybe ... he was right. As I kept tending to the cafe, I kept thinking about it. After all, he had muscles and blond hair, and it's hard to argue with THAT. I had made my choice. I was going to find Lance Gray, and tell him, that I would no longer be a toy - I would no longer just be another good girl he used for his scheme, I would no longer - oh, there he is.

"Lance, we need to talk." I said firmly.

"What is there to talk about, DEFLUXIO?"

"I've talked with Jebediah, and, I have made my choice ... I will no longer be your babygirl."

"... what?"

"You heard me right!"

"Oh ... is that so?" He came up to me.

"Stercore! Baby! Don't do this to me!" He whined. My pink eyes shot up at this.

"I would be so sad if you left!"

"I would be so happy if I left!"

"Baby, don't you care about me?! Don't you want to see me happy?! Baby, PLEASE, I can't live without you!"

"I-I'm sure you can!"

"BABY, I can't be happy without you! You are my one and only! I don't need anyone else! I just need you! Why are you sorry cruel to me?! It's a simple request! You can't just leave! You're hot, and I love you! Please!"

"I ... I'm sorry, Lance -"

"You're not gonna get with another guy, are you? Oh, PLEASE tell me you're not gonna get with another guy! That would KILL me! Even through all your cruelty I'd still wanna be with you, and you'd toss me away?! Am I really that bad?!"

"N-NO, I guess not ..."

"Oh, but why are you throwing me away, babygirl?! You know I did nothing wrong! I was only nice to you! Doing ALL of those things for your own safety!"

"I-I guess -"

"Babe, you are BREAKING my heart! It's like you don't care about me anymore!"

"I-I do -"

"Fine! LET me feel endless guilt and pain, as I cling onto your memory, just wanting to touch those soft lips again, wondering where it all went wrong - what did I do wrong?! Break my heart, make me not feel okay again!"

"N-NO! But wait, listen ... maybe you haven't been treating me nicely -"

"Oh, have I not? Now, tell me, have I beaten you?!"

"No ..."

"Have I insulted you, or restricted your access to food?!"

"N-no ..."

"Have I touched you in places that made you uncomfortable?!"

"No ..."

"And have I been nice, and letting you see all your friends?!"

"Y-yes ..."

"Then I am NOT a bad boyfriend! I have been nothing but nice to you! I once gave you a necklace, even! You liked it, didn't you?!"

"Y-yes, th-thank you, Lance -"

"I have held you, I have complimented you, and I have touched you, and this is what I get in repayment?!"

"I-I'm sorry -"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR "SORRY"S FROM YOUR STUPIDLY MISGUIDED BRAIN! YOU KNOW NOTHING, STERCORE! YOU'RE JUST A STUPID CHILD! I'M THE ONE WHO KNOWS SOMETHING, I'M THE ONE WHO CAN PROTECT YOU, PROVIDE FOR YOU - YOU LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY, AND MAYBE YOUR WORTHLESS BRAIN WILL FINALLY -" he suddenly fell down to his side.

"Sorry, I'm busy stopping toxicity." Jebediah casually said, standing with a broom.

CHAPTER 8: WORK ENVIRONMENT
I saw Lance Gray wake up.

"WHO THE FUCK KNOCKED ME UNCONSCIOUS?!"

"Lance Gray, currently, you're tied to this chair. You're creating a toxic work environment, and if you won't stop, I'll get you fired ... again."

"Again?" I looked at Jebediah's face.

"YOU BETTER NOT TELL THAT STORY, LITTLE WALKER!" The bad boy with an average height warned.

"Are you gonna stop creating a toxic work environment?"

"Look, I don't know what you two are doing, but I'M not the one who tied a cafe-worker to a CHAIR."

"I had a good reason to do it!"

"Like what? Rich boy getting a broke college student fired?"

"Listen, if I'M not gonna get you fired, then Stercore is!"

"You wouldn't do that, right Stercore?"

"W-well, me and Jebediah had a talk about how you treated me -"

"That purse you wanted?"

"What?"

"That purse you wanted? W-with the kitten print? I-I'll get you that, just don't fire me."

"Stercore, Lance Gray is trying to manipulate you!"

"But -"

"REMEMBER how he treated you."

"I treated her damn well, Jebediah!" Jebediah scoffed.

"Calling her all of those things, talking harshly to her, and being cold, DOESN'T count!"

"She knows it's all because my past made me so tough and cold, but if she just gave me a chance and tried to redeem -"

"Redeem what? A coupon for shit?! Lance, all you do is date people who only like you because they think they can change all that you are! And all YOU like, are unqualified unlicensed therapists who are doing the human equivalent of waiting on a loading screen!"

"I have my past to prove my claim!"

"I'm sure your past is sad, however, you're still bad in the present, and your past being bad and bringing you misery actually doesn't mean that you should do the same thing!"

"Just wait and see, Jebediah! I'll change!"

"And Stercore will go back to you once she sees it - well, it's actually HER choice what she does, however, apply back to Latrina once you've stopped being a toxic edgelord."

"You have NO proof of me being toxic!"

"Trust me, I have -"

"And Ornatus isn't that great of a boss to exactly fire someone, JUST for being a little mean!" Jebediah squatted on the floor.

"I've done some research. According to a social media account from a popular person, who also lives in Denajabark, he is both qualified, and looking for a job. I'd actually say his personality would be popular for both Ornatus and the cafe. I'm already arranging everything."

"NO! You can't replace a bad boy!"

"Well, unless you're gonna stop with your nonsense now, then it will soon be too late."

"Jebediah, is there a way where we don't have to fire him?" I looked at him, worried.

"Well, first of all, I'm sure you'll love the new one, and second of all, you gotta stop changing your mind so often."

"So ... maybe?"

"STERCORE -"

"FINE! Fine! Jebediah, get Lance fired ..." I watched Jebediah leave, and I looked at Lance. I was left with him.

"Latrina is losing REPUTATION AND MONEY, by you two ARGUING in here."

"Jebediah said this was important."

"OH, "JEBEDIAH SAYS THIS", "JEBEDIAH SAYS THAT"! WHY DON'T YOU TRY SOME INDEPENDENT THOUGHT FOR ONCE?!"

"I'M TRYING -" I slammed my fist against the chair, with tears in my eyes.

"Lance ..." I said weakly, sobbing.

"Oh ... but you don't like it, do you?" I looked at him, while my chestnut brown hair was in my face, covering my emerald eyes.

"It's best ..."

"For who? You don't seem happy about it."

"I ..." I looked to the side.

"Jebediah will make me happy."

"How? Has he ever made you happy? Does he even like you ... like I do?"

"... he obviously cared enough to help me -"

"He only cares about the toxic work environment."

"He has helped me! He obviously cares about ME!" I paused.

"All YOU ever do, is care when some other boy does ..."

"Stercore, baby, Jebediah is basically ordering another boy for you." He picked his teeth.

"'S as simple as that." He flicked whatever was on his teeth, off his fingernail. I teared up.

"Goodbye, Lance ..." I walked away.

CHAPTER 9: BACK
I had turned my back to the dark realization, but still came behind me.

"It's all done, Stercore." Jebediah sounded happy ...... happy than I could be .... I had just betrayed my bad boy ...... who was I anymore?

"Are you alright, infantgirl?" Jebediah asked, seemingly joking. I blushed.

"You ..... you called me -"

"NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, calm your hormones!" He backed off .....

"It was a JOKE, Stercore."

"R-right ..." I bit my wine-red lip.

"Do you need chapstick?" I blushed the such an intimate question. Lance was NEVER like that.

"Y-yes ..." I said, not believing we were official.

"Alright. Here you go." He threw chapstick right at my cheek. I blushed. I touched my cheek.

"It's new."

"Th-thanks, babe ..."

"I'm SINGLE -"

"Uh-uh-uh - me too!"

"ALRIGHT, BYE -"

"Wait, Jebediah?!"

"What?"

"... I love you."

"I'm telling Darlen."

"W-who's Darlen?!" I then saw Lance Gray the bad boy come out of the boss' office.

"I hope you're happy, Stercore ... because of you, I can't put food on the table, or pay rent, in the future."

"L-Lance, I didn't mean to -"

"Lance, stop guilt-tripping her."

"That's easy for you to say! You don't have to work a day in your LIFE for your wildest material dreams, while I have to scrape to get by, living for my next pay-check!"

"DO YOU WANT MONEY, LANCE GRAY?!" Jebediah threw money at Lance's face. He's SO generous. Lance growled.

"You know damn well that you don't deserve what you have! And you sure didn't work your bones for it! It was just handed to you on a silver platter!"

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO GET MY CURRENT BEST FRIEND! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO -"

"That's even worse." Lance interrupted coldly.

"What do you WANT, Lance Gray?"

"Good question. What use are you anyway, SPORTSGUY?" Lance was leaving, and I had the choice of either following him, or comforting Jebediah.