"Happy seventeenth birthday, Lynn darling. I love you. See you tomorrow," Benjamin whispered through the phone exactly when the clock struck 12. It was my birthday.
Ever since Benji and I had been together, I received truckload of attention - mostly from Benji's jealous female admirers. I could barely make out the whispers they made to one another. It was always like this, "Why did Benjamin choose her?" Or worse still, "Maybe because she's rich, airplanes always use her body as runway."
Despite all the jealous-filled comments, Benjamin and I never argued. Instead, we became closer (though he often questioned me regarding the non-existent chest). He pulled me closer him whenever he heard those insulting comments. It always made me feel safe in his love. We were inseparable. Or I thought we were.
I was never fond of party and cakes. I hated noise and alcohol, and loved peaceful walks with Benji. I was not looking forward to the birthday party my best friend, Rachel, prepared for me.
"LYNN! GET YOUR HUGE ASS OUT OF THE BED IT'S YOUR PARTY!" Rachel shouted into my ear after I closed my eyes for what seemed like a second.
I looked at the clock, it was ten in the morning. The party was scheduled at half past ten. Which meant this: poor Lynn only had fifteen minutes before the first guest arrives.
Thank God I had great hair, great smell, and great looks, I managed to be done within ten minutes.
Just when I switched off the hairdryer, I heard a knock on my door - and it was the first guest of my party. I opened my gate and I saw him. I promise I was never so shocked in my entire life...
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