EFFIE BATEMAN | Lifestyle | Contact
As former self confessed ‘fuckgirl’ Hayley Steggall taps away at her phone, she suddenly finds herself becoming acutely aware of the nauseating text she just sent.
Who is she, and what kind of sappy fuck has she become?
There is no way that she, little miss independent, just asked a GROWN MAN, if he’s had enough to eat today.
Ew.
It’s alleged that despite Hayley’s best wishes, she’d grown somewhat attached to a bloke she was seeing, which had resulted in her cold heart frosting a little bit – and dare she say, start to…care.
When he’d messaged saying he’d been feeling nauseous that day, Hayley had immediately written back enquiring about his eating habits, as she knew he tended to work for several hours straight without a food break. Perhaps she should drop some lunch to him? He does love that cute pad thai joint near- EW NO!!!
YUCK!
“God, who am I?”, asks Hayley, to no one in particular.
“This isn’t me.”
More to come.
