Greyson
Smash!
What. The. f**k.
“f*****g bastard!” I cursed as I looked at the broken cup. s**t. Lola was going to be so mad at me. Hey, this cup was mine so I shouldn’t be worried.
“Greyson?” Carly appeared behind me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just accidentally cracked a cup,” I said while gathering the pieces.
“You’re okay?” she asked while walking towards me.
“Yeah. No injury.”
What the hell happened to me? I was thinking about Lola and the cup was destroyed.
An omen.
A bad f*****g omen.
Carly giggled. Snapping me from my mind. “Were you thinking about Lola?” Busted.
“Yes. Her fact just appeared in my mind and smash! The cup was broken. It slipped from my hand out of freaking nowhere. I think the cup wasn’t fond of me and refused to be touched by me. Stupid motherfuck
