Chapter 3: Clubing

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When I get home I pull out my phone to text Lanaya to see if she want to go out to a club tonight. We both look over 18 so we have no problem getting in.

Hey Lan you want to go to the club tonight?

Hell Yes. What time you wanna pick me up?

10:00 good with you?

Yes it is, I'll be waiting on the porch.

I put my phone on my bedside table and plug either in so it has a full battery before we go to the clubs.

I head down stairs to see what my mom made for dinner, I open the door to the kitchen and the smell of freshly cooked spaghetti fills my nose.

"Mmm" I say as I walk in to the kitchen to see my mom eventually dishing out the spaghetti onto four plates, one for me, one for Alex, one for my father, and one for my mother.

We all sit down at the table and eat in silence. As soon as I finish eating I tell my family that I'm going out tonight.

"Oooo, who's the boy" my mom said while winking at me "his names Lanaya" I say while winking back at her. Everyone let's our a little chuckle at my snarky comment.

I put my dish into the dishwasher and go back upstairs to my room. I checked my phone to see what percentage it was at but instead I see a text from a unknown number

Hey Darling

As soon as I saw 'darling' I instantly knew who it was, Ace.

How did you get this number

I texted back hoping for a answer that didn't make him seem like a stalker.

I have my ways

I got the stalker answer.

And what those ways of yours

I asked trying to figure out how I'm the hell he got my number.

Wouldn't you like to know 😉

I could help but get butterflies when I saw the winking emoji. I didn't answer him after that.

You got plans tonight darling?

He texted me a minute later

Yes, I do

I said trying to be mysterious

And what are those plans of yours

He texted back, I decided to play it dangerous with my next response

Wouldn't you like to know 😉

I texted him back mocking his text from earlier.

Darling your playing a dangerous game

He texted back giving me butterflies.

My games are always dangerous.

I texted knowing that it was risky as I remember what the girl told me earlier, 'Ace is a psychopath' .

. . .

I put my phone down and continue to get ready for tonight. I couldn't stop thinking about earlier in the janitors cloister with ace.

I put my usual amount of makeup on, light mascara and lip balm. I left my hair in it's natural curls. I put on a tight short black dress with spaghetti straps showing off all my curves, leaving nothing to the imagination

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