Saylor Gray:
It's been one week since the last time I have seen Ixion; I may have been avoiding him and not answering his texts.
I'm just being wary that's all.
I text Alayana whose back from her little "Holiday" and see if she wants to hang out but as usual, she cancels on me. I have a suspicion that she is seeing someone since she has been cancelling on me way too much. If she is seeing someone, I'm happy for her.
My mind slowly drifts off to Ixion. I have to stop this it's slowly becoming a problem.
I get my phone out and my fingers hover over the call button.
Shall I call Armand?
Who knows what that crazy chick is up to eh fuck it.
Armand picks up.
"Sayliee never thought you would be using this number," Armand says literally shouting into the phone.
"Yeah, me too and trust me I'm already regretting it" I mumble but of course he hears it.
"Do not make me throw my Peppa pig slippers at you bitch" he says with sass.
"U what?" I say not quite believing my ears rn."Armand, you're like what 22? Seriously?"
"21 actually do not make me any older and it's not my fault I found them on sale at target was all not as rich as bloody Ixion love," he says I can practically feel him rolling his eyes.
"I see Ixions British has rubbed off on you"
"Hush I'm practically British by my accent no quite blood oh well same thing"
I laugh at his ridiculous response that makes no sense. "When did u drop out of school?" I ask.
"14 got tired of that crap who needs the education to survive life anyway" he replies.
"I was joking but good to know anyway let's go to the beach it's a really good day today," I say not phased at all but what he told me. I mean, after all, it is kind of obvious.
"OH, THE BEACH MY FAV! Lemme ask my favourite white boys" he says agreeing.
"Okay, and who are they?" I ask curiously.
"don't worry your little head they probably won't even come now go get ready pick up in about 30 mins," he tells me.
"Yes dad"
"I'm not the one you should be calling daddy babe," he says and before I could tell him off, he hangs up on me.
Son of a biscuit.
Right now, time to find a bikini.
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