Hey guys! I'm back!
Sorry for being away so long I had alot going
on with school and my family. You get it, right???
Lol, ANYWAYS! Here is your new chapter.
Get reading, Hoes.
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5 days.
It was 5 days that I was forced to stay locked up in my prison of a bedroom, only to be released for meals. I wouldn't say it was torture, really, because I still had access to my laptop and phone. The days were filled with skyping Jamie, watching old Friends episodes, and thinking about Harry.
If my dad said that I wasn't reflecting enough on my misconduct, he'd be lying. I thought about the beach incident almost every waking hour and I still couldn't believe I'd let myself run off with Harry that day and have him snake his way into my head. The memory of his fleshy lips gaping slowly while his darkening eyes blazed through mine kept me up at night. He was cemented to my mind, and I didn't know how to get him out.
He texted me every now and then, usually things like,
When r we going to see eachother again? :( xx -H.
Want to come over, love? xx -H
Send me nudes. xx -H
I haven't replied to any of them, hoping he'll take a hint. Yes, I admire his looks greatly, but on the inside he's a real prick.
All of a sudden, I heard and felt a viabration from my phone as the screen lit up, depicting a new text from Harry.
We are going on a date tonight, wear a dress. xx -H
I read it over a few times with a puzzled expression. Date? Hell no! I thought. More like hell yes! My filthy inner Aphrodite cheered. I read it over again a few more times before I decided that I'd respond... Just this once though, I promised myself.
In your dreams. xx -A
I giggled to myself as I added the last 3 words, using his strategy against him. I tapped the send button on the glossy screen.
There u are! I was starting to think u weren't into me, but clearly all women are ;) and cute how you're stealing my moves, baby. P.S.- I'll pick you up at 8. xx -H
I rolled my eyes at the aggrivating words.
I'm not, and we're not going on a date. I sent back to him.
You wanna bet? xx -H
I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't want to find out, so I didn't reply again.
Don't forget the dress, beautiful. xx -H
My skin flushed when I read the words printed across the bright screen. I hated myself for feeling the way I did, but I couldn't help it. I picked myself up off the bed and lazily stomped over to the box of clothes that I "hadn't had the time" to unpack yet. I dug through the endless box of unnaceptable dresses and came to a conclusion that I had nothing to wear.
Why am I even searching in the first place? I already told myself I wasn't going to go. I thought. You know you're going to end up on that date. He's too fine to reject. My inner Aphrodite coaxed me. I rolled my sleepy eyes at my horny psyche and nudged the large box away. F.uck that guy.
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A faint thud on my glass balcony door woke me from my deep slumber. I bat my eyes sleepily and peered over to the incessant clatter. I sat in my bed, watching in unease, unsure if I should go outside and see what it was or just sit here in my own anxiety. I watched as little stones hit my glass door.
