Chapter 8

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Charli Pov

We walk up to my porch. 

Chase: Nun of that stuff is true

Charli: State troper 

Chase: Nope. Did a guy in the parking lot

Charli: Romer. The duck?

Chase: Mostly. Kick Cable Huston in the balls

Charli: Fact but he tried to grup me in the lunch line

Chase: Fair 

Charli: The accent 

Chase: It is real. I lived in Australia until I was ten. 

Charli: With the bats 

Chase: Close with my mom

Charli: Where were you last year I know that has to be lye of some short 

Chase:  Hmm

Charli: Tell me something true

Chase: I hate peas 

I laugh

Charli: No I mean something real. Something none else know

Chase: Fine your sweet( kiss up my neck), and sexy and completely in love with me 

Charli: You are so self anchored has anyone ever told you that 

Chase: I tell myself everyday actually

We kiss again. 

Chase: Go to prom with me 

Charli: Is that a request or a command 

Chase: Come on 

Charli: No 

Chase: Why not 

Charli: Because it's stupid 

Chase: Come on people won't expect you to go 

Charli: Why are you pushing this so much. What's in it for you 

Chase: Oh- so now I need a motive to want to be with you 

Charli: You tell me 

Chase: You need therapy has anyone ever told you that

Charli: Answer the question Chase

Chase: Notting.. just the pleasure of your company okay

He pops a cigarette in his mouth. I snatch it out throwing it down. I then stump into the house there is always something. 

Noah Pov

I talk french to Dixie she just stares at me talking way better than I thought. 
Noah: Thats not on the page 

She slams her book and walks away. 

Avani Pov

I open my locker to reveal a beautiful mid-evil dress. With a note asking me to prom 

Dixie Pov

I come outside on the porch where dad was struggling to work out

Dixie: Daddy I like to discuss tomorrow night with you as you know its the prom

Marc: Does Charli has a date 

Dixie; Not this second but 

Marc; Don't full me for a second I know who you want to go with that airhead Griffin. If your sister is not going your not going to end of the story. 

Dixie: Let's get this right younger sister does not want to goo but I who is older by the way if you forgot is dying too. It's my last one daddy. 

Marc; Do you know what happens at prom 

Dixie: Yeah we dance we kiss then come home

Marc; Kissing huh. Thats what you think happens. Kissing is not what keeps me up in placenta all day long 

Dixie: Can we for like two seconds forget about that. And discuss me 

Marc: You get pregnant bye- bye all those track schooler ship bye-bye life. We have worked too hard to let it go for some party. 

Dixie: But 

Marc: End of discussion. Your sister does not go you don't

I scream walking into charli room. She was stretching out 

Charli: Yes 

Dixie: We need to talk 

Charli: Okay I know you are sad because I do not miss high school. I would much rather spend my night at home watch tv and eating food but you're not like that 

Dixie: Look I got asked to the prom. And I can't go because you don't feel like it 

Charli: For good reason. Your boyfriend never told you how he asked me out. Then he took something from me when I was not in the right state of mind then left me there at prom so I'm sorry if I don't want to go to the damn party 

Dixie: I'm not stupid okay 

I slam the door waling out her room it can't be true right 

Charli Pov


I sit in bed and think about it. It's not her flaut what happen and she should not be punished for it. 

I walk downstairs later that night in my prom dress. 

Charli: Bye daddy I'm going to the prom 

Marc: Funny sweety.

I  walked out the house

Noah Pov

I ring the doorbell my plans were sweating. 

Dixie: Hey Noah 

Noah: Wow ..I um..wow 

Dixie: Bye daddy

Marc: Stop..turn around explain

Dixie: You know you said I can t date if Char does not. Well she found this guy who prefect for her which is prefect form me because Noah asked me to the prom and  really want to go since Charli went then I can too if we are going off of rule 4, 13, and 210

Noah: Nice to meet you 

Marc; I know every cop in town 


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