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RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club
Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.
He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.
It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.
But he didn't even like her.
And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.
He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.
It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.
But he didn't even like her.
And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.