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"Taylor," she humped when he just sat there doing nothing. He looked down at her, still seated on the floor, like the fall from the booth to the ground was going to do internal damage to her. I knew she was trying to get the attention of Taylor; he was the kind of guy that girls swam towards and tried to make the centre of their whole world, and he was the kind of guy who fed off that attention.
I was neither of the above, and now that I was sitting in this breakfast place that smelt like cinnamon and sugar, all I wanted was to have a peaceful breakfast and not try to punch anyone in the face.
"Vanessa, get up," Taylor said, and she humped once again and then slowly got up, dusting off her body and standing closer to him.
"Taylor, why are you so mean to me?" She asked, forgetting
