𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗷𝗼. (benny rodriguez)

001

❝ DON'T YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN TERRORIZE INNOCENT GIRLS? ❞
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I woke up to my curtains being pried open, i let out a little groan to the sudden brightness shining in my face. My mom flopped down beside me on my bed. I thought I would've gotten to sleep in a little considering this was my first morning in the new house.

"Come on love, time to get up." My mom poked my side, i slapped her hand away gently, jumping at the sudden feeling on my hip. She giggled while I rolled my eyes and rolled over the opposite way.

"Don't you want to go out for milkshakes?" She said in a sing song voice, with that being said i jumped up quickly and ran to my closet which contained all of my clothes.

"I could never say no to milkshakes!" I exclaimed, rummaging through my clothes. My mom watched my every move, shaking her head at my childish antics.

The oldest bishop pulled herself up off of the bed, "I knew that would get you up, be ready within 20 minutes or I'm leaving without you." She pointed her finger at me, walking backwards to the door. I nodded my head quickly as she walked out of the door shutting it behind her.

I kept rummaging through my clothes until finally I found the perfect outfit. It consisted of a plain white shirt with a red and black flannel and blue jeans with my dirty white converse.

Once I finished getting ready I rushed downstairs not even bothering to tie up my shoes. My mom examined my outfit, looking at me from head to toe.

"Tie your shoes, hun. I don't want you falling."

I scoffed, "me? Falling? Never." I shook my head, but sadly I was proved wrong before we could even get out of the door. I tripped over my shoelace and fell on our front porch.

My mom looked down at me trying to hold herself together. She finally bursted into laughter as I laid sprawled out on the porch.

"I told you to tie your shoes." I pulled myself up with my elbows and tied my shoes then got up.

"Yeah yeah, whatever mom." We went to the nearest diner. All she would talk about the whole time was me falling on my face, i would simply roll my eyes.

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"This is the best milkshake I've ever had." My mom stated, taking a sip from her vanilla milkshake.

"You got the worst flavor ever, mom. Nobody even likes vanilla milkshakes anymore." I chuckled to myself, eating a cherry from my strawberry milkshake.

"Hey! I just so happen to love vanilla milkshakes." My mom defended, sounding a bit offended. I shook my head, looking around the diner.

"This place is so... vintage looking.." my voice trailed off as my eyes examined my surroundings. My mom took another sip from her milkshake also looking around.

"Hun, it's the 60's, of course it's gonna look vintage." She patted my hand, getting up.

"Where you going?" I asked her, she pointed to the bathroom with her thumb making me nod.

She walked away from me and I played with the whipped cream that sat perfectly on the top of my strawberry shake.

After a few seconds I felt someone slide in the booth beside me, I rolled my eyes at the sudden presence.

"Hello, pretty lady." The voice spoke, wrapping their arm around my shoulder.

Shrugging their arm off i looked at them, "what do you want?"

He smirked at me, his eyes traveling all around my body. To say I felt uncomfortable was an understatement.

"I'm just tryna be friendly, doll. I'm Jordan Phillips," He introduced, not that I cared though. "you can call me Jordan though, because you're pretty. I like pretty girls."

"So.. I can call you by your first name because I'm pretty? What else would I call you anyways." I rolled my eyes once again, I'm surprised my eyes haven't got stuck in the back of my head yet considering I've rolled my eyes about 20 times today (yes I've counted.)

"Well, most people call me Phillips." He twirled a strand of my hair that was loose from my messy side bun around his finger. I smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me."

"Oh look, my mom's coming, go on somewhere." He shook his head, wrapping his arm around my shoulder once again.

This dude was really stubborn.

He wasn't budging so I had to tell him to fuck off, politely. "If you don't stop touching me, I'm gonna gouge your eyes out with this fork." I picked a fork up off of the table and he put his hands up defensively.

"Sorry, doll face." Jordan said, taking the fork from me and putting it back on the table.

"Don't you have better things to do than terrorize innocent girls?" My voice was stern and filled with disgust.

My mom plopped down in her seat, looking at the two of us. She smirked at me, i shook my head at her practically begging for help.

But her being her she didn't understand and she decided to open her mouth, "who's this handsome young man?"

"Help me." I mouthed to her, she finally got the hint and looked at her watch jumping back up.

"Oh lookie here, we have to go." She pulled me up and out of the booth, she rushed out of the door leaving Jordan stunned.

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"Dude! You got rejected." Max laughed, slapping his knee. I shoved him telling him to shut up.

"She's playing hard to get, she'll eventually fall for me. All girls do." I looked at all of the boys, with a smirk on my face.

"Yeah.. I don't think so." Brian shook his head. That made me scoff. They think I'm lying, I'll show them.

"She obviously wasn't having it, she threatened to gouge your eyes out.. with a fork." Brian continued, patting my shoulder. "Just forget about it."

I shoved his hand off of me, and looked away with a cold look on my face. I saw the sandlot kid's pointing at me and laughing.

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"He was making me uncomfortable." I shivered, telling my mom everything that happened.

"You threatened to gouge his eyes out with a fork?" She laughed, keeping her eyes on the road. Leaning my head against the window I sighed, "yes.. why is that so surprising?"

"Oh, it isn't. It's just hilarious." My mom laughed once again as she pulled into our driveway.