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good girl / l.p.

you dropped your backpack at the front door with a huff, kicking off your shoes before walking into the kitchen. your parents were already there, with your dad focused on his cooking on top of the stove while your mom set the table. 

"hi honey, you got in pretty late," your mom hummed. 

"sorry about that, i was caught up at the stevenson's house. charlotte and zack got in pretty late."

"i'm not surprised. were you able to get some studying in while you were there?"

"yeah, the kids went down pretty quickly. i guess school tired them out," you muttered, washing your hands at the sink.

she gave you a warm smile, before the two of you took a seat at the table just in time for your dad to turn around with a pot of spaghetti. dumping the contents on to the empy plates, you dug in quickly, the busy school day that ended with a babysitting job was enough to work up an insane appetite. 

"so how was school today, kid?" your dad asked, twirling the pasta around his fork.

you quickly wiped your mouth with a nearby napkin before speaking. "it was alright. aced that honors french exam, and mister reynolds says that i have a solid case for the debate tournament next week."

"that's what i like to hear. any more work on those college applications?"

"you know it. i had the school counselor proofread my essay today," you smiled.

"you're on the ball with it aren't you?" your dad laughed, "don't forget your violin lesson on friday though."

"i already have it on my calendar, dad. don't worry about it."

"we never have to worry about you, huh?" your mom chuckled, a proud look on her face. 

*

you watched the crack under your door carefully as the lights in the house went out. making sure everything in your room was silent, you listened for any sign of noise in the house that might indicate that your parents were still awake.

satisfied with the almost deafening silence, you ran to your closet to pick out an outfit for the night, settling on baggy mom jeans, a silk black tank top, and black heels. heading over to your desk, you did your makeup, your phone buzzing just in time for you to finish.

loo-wee ♡
you ready to go?

me
yeah, text me when you're five minutes out

after adding the basic finishing touches like jewlery and double checking that your door was locked, you grabbed the black clutch bag that was tucked under your mattress and began pushing your window open. just in time, you received another text.

loo-wee ♡
i'm outside

taking that as your cue to leave, you expertly swung your leg up to the window sill, sitting on it to balance yourself, before swinging yourself out like you had done a countless amount of times. you landed on your feet gracefully, the result of hundreds of wild nights of practice. 

after turning around to gently close your window, leaving open a little bit of space so that your drunk future self could easily get in, you began to make your way away from your house. 

squinting at the dark street, you felt your adrenaline begin to pick up as your eyes met the headlights on a familiar dark sedan. you made your way over to the passenger side of the car, as quickly as your heels would let you.