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Zoey's POV:
I just don't get it. Why doesn't he want us to know his age? I think he's just trying to piss me off. Any way he can. He will go the extra mile just to fuck with me. Someday, he's probably gonna come down to Tennessee and get within walking distance of my house, then leave and brag about it. Kyle has a way of being an adorable asshole. He's mean...but then he's cute to make up for it. 
"Ratchet hoe," I mumble, clicking on his ask again. 'Get on Oovoo, you stupid bitch' I write and wait for his reply. He simply loved messing with my head, and something tells my right now, he's doing something stupid. Why couldn't I have been born Alexander Ludwig? Then, not only would I be best friends with Mark Reardon and Isabelle Fuhrman, but then Kyle would actually like me. I'm so bitterly confused as to what he wants lately. He says he's bisexual. Great! But would he like me? I doubt it.
No matter who tries to tell me I'm pretty, I'll never believe it. Trying that always leads to me yelling 'Bullshit!' and then ending the conversation. Because I'm that sweet. I don't know, I guess I just see people who say that as suck ups...and it pisses me off. I'd rather hear the truth than that. And then I can never believe people when they try to tell me that I am. If he told me I was, maybe I'd believe it...I don't know.
And when that reply never comes, I decide it's time to fuck up my sleep schedule even more by falling asleep at three in the afternoon. The good part? When I wake up at five, he's finally replied. Took him long enough. He's busy on Oovoo with someone else. Perfect. Just the self-esteem boost I need. Being rejected by the most confusing guy on the planet. I roll my eyes and send him, 'Whatever, asshole'
The reply I get back actually seem...sweet. 'Sorry'. One of the few times Kyle is willing to apologize for stupid stuff. I wonder how he realizes when things he does actually hurt me. It isn't much...but that 'Sorry' can mean the difference between me smiling, to me crying and listening to sad music. And right now, I've got the biggest smile on my face.
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<3 <3 District-BottomByatch <3 <3
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There has been a serious lack of my ship on the dash today...come on guys...
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YOUR BABIES.
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My first District-BottomByatch Fanfiction:
Zoey logged on to tumblr, a smile creeping onto her face when she saw the little red one next to her inbox. She didn't even have to guess who it was from. Kyle. Every message was from him, always. He had a special way of making her feel special, even though the message only said 'Hey slut' it was enough to conjure up a bunch of butterflies. Heart racing, she replied quickly, 'Hey bby ;*' and waited. Instead of writing her back, he sent her a message on Oovoo:
Kyle: WHORE. WHERE ARE YOU.
She grinned. The ways of showing his affection was so...endearing. Adorable. Cute. There was no denying how deeply she felt for him.
Zoey: Right here, bitch
She had a feeling that her emotions were strictly platonic, considering he and Emily, AKA, bitcheslovethebread talked so often. There was no denying how pretty she was...and in a way, that saddened Zoey. Ever since he announced he's bisexual, she'd been coming onto him. Anger. Loathing. Her fists clenched. She didn't want Kyle to get hurt. She wanted Kyle for herself.
Kyle: Where have you been? 
Rage still coursing through her, she slammed her fingers across the keyboard.
Zoey: Why the fuck do you care? Go talk to Emily.
Immediately, she regretted smacking 'enter'. Jealousy. That's how he was going to see that. He'd reply cockily. Of that, she was sure.
And she hated that he was right about it. 
Kyle: Jealous, bby? ;*
Zoey: Ugh, shut up.
She crossed her arms, feeling such a strong anger. How it was she could go from one emotion to the other so fast was mindblowing.
Kyle:...Are you?
Her heart thumped fast in her chest. Saying no would be a lie. Saying yes would put her in deep shit. Blush tinged her cheeks and she went to reply, but was stopped by a ringing. Kyle was video-chatting her. Or at least, requesting. She shrieked, composed herself, then pressed the little green button. His voice was husky. The way she loved it. "Hi," He murmured, dark brown eyes twinkling. Her heart fluttered, "H-Hey..." and he smirked. She covered her growing smile. He was so cute.
"You are," He grinned, "You're jealous of Emily. Why?" He turns his head to the side adorably, nearly causing her to sigh. He would never know how gorgeous he was. But she did...she always did. "I said that I'm not!" She forced herself to yell, and she smacked the 'Disconnect' button, ending the conversation. Way to go, Zoey...
Quickly, her laptop was ringing again. Her lips twitched into a smile at his persistence, but she forced it off. She glared at the camera and answered the call. "What the fuck do you want?" and he pouted. "Tell me, please," He begged and her heart melted. 
"Fine...maybe I am," She muttered, crossing her arms.
"Why?" He asked innocently. She smiled a little but covered it with her hand. Kyle smiled back at her slightly, waiting for an answer. But one didn't come. She was to busy staring at him. "Zoey?" He asked, a bit confused. 
"Huh?" She nearly fell off her bed. He laughed and she blushed. Dark red. It was obvious she liked him.
"You like me, don't you?" He smiled a little again, but this one wasn't so...mocking. It was actually sweet. She let a breathy sigh escape and bit her lip. That was a question she hated. Of course she did. And those horny anons were ruining everything. Just like Emily.
"Yes..." She replied, her voice a whisper.
"I wish I could be there to wipe those away...you know I hate seeing people cry," Distance was just one thing keeping them from a relationship. She didn't even know she was crying, but she wiped the tears away fast and flashed a sad smile. "Zoey...I like you too," He smiled a little bit.
She nearly died. She let out a high pitched squeal and threw her computer. That thing took so much abuse. But all in the name of love...and fangirling.
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