Diamond Girl
“Why would anyone want to ‘win a date with Gabe Saporta’ anyway?” I scoffed, “He’s just another arrogant asshole like the rest of those celebrities.”
Unfortunately for me, my best friend disagreed and guess what? She entered me. You know what else? I won; much to my displeasure.
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SHIMMY OFF MY PORCH, BONITO!
“I’m not getting out of this am I?” -
I'M NOT GABRIEL'S ANYTHING!
“It’s alright bonita, but how about a proper thankyou?” I slapped him across the back of the head, “In your dreams Romeo.” -
HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING TOO MANY FOB VIDEOS?!
"You just lit my ***ing lawn on fire! What the—Suarez! Put that camera down!” -
I THINK I LIKED IT BETTER WHEN YOU SAID BONITA.
"That night, I curled up on my sofa and cried. " -
I ACTUALLY THINK HE LIKES YOU.
“Er-you don't want to go in there.” Seeing his blank look I elaborated, “Gabe. Girl. Couch.” -
HE'S CONFUSED? WHAT ABOUT ME?!
“Look I'm going to make sure you don't die in your sleep, god, just let me help you!” I sighed, handing him my house keys. - HEY HEY YOU YOU I DON'T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!