What kinda woman Dominic Fike ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"she said "you could learn alot from me" What trouble brings you here? You can't hide What kinda woman makes it harder For everybody involved?"

Have i made alot of mistakes in my life? Yeah, definitely. But absolutely none as horribly treacherous is this one.

See, as a teenager, we all wanna go to parties, drink and do drugs, hook up and whatever else we spend our weekends and school nights sneaking out to do. Byt me, the stupid idiot who takes things seven steps too far, forgot to make that sleazy football jock wear a condom, and now im stuck trying to figure out how to break the news. Okay, maybe sleazy wasnt the right word, he can be nice, byt he can also be the world's biggest asshole too. Especially to me, because our childhood rivalry has been an everlasting connection that has shrivelled into a dark spiral of teasing, mocking, and pure hatred. My childhood was fille with mostly my mother and her late night movie and junk food sessions, but the rest was just me getting my head driven into a wall by none other than my next-door neighbour, or my mother's bestfriend's son. Crew Theodore Wilson. The football captain who has been tormenting me since he could talk.

How, did i end up sleeping with this fucker even after years of nonstop teasing you may ask? Easy. Alcohol. (Don't drink kids!) Now im stuck with a lil feats inside me and no idea how to go on about this.

Despite this festering enemy mindset we share, i may care- and by "care" i mean i don't want him dying or something like that- the tiniest little bit about him. But that is only because i know my mother cares about him, and sees him as a (ew) son-she-never-had. I also know- due to his mother and mine having wine gossip sessions every friday night- that he has to be completely focused this year and next because scouts are going to be coming to their games to recruit new players for the universities.

Anyway, I need to find a way to tell him...