Dancing with the Bad Boy(Discontinued)

5. Sorry.... Not sorry

Of course, I was jus happily enjoying my Sunday, ice cream, no siblings, couch, tv. That is until night time rolled around.

I was dreading this night since my mom told me about it. Words couldn't explain it.

I didn't even wanted to be in the same room with that Asher kid. He seems like the type that would molest you in public and everyone walking past would just smile and clap. Police included.

I, of course, had zero say in this. That was the worst part. Maybe I could jus do this for my mom, this once.

What are you thinking, Lol?
I think mom drugged my ice cream...

By 6 o clock, I was dressed and at the moment, I was playing Dr. Driving.

Ding!!

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Skysky- Lola!
Lola_- Hiii!
Skysky- I think it's passed Jays bedtime..
Fifty-shades-Jay- No -.- shut up.
Lola_- HOW WAS LAST NIGHT JAY?
Skysky- Omg. Jay.... don't tell me you lost ur virginity..
Fifty-shades-Jay- Yall hoes keep trying me -.- I'm cleannn Jus did a little drinkin is all Lo
Lola_- Sky... one word..... LIES!
Skysky- Hell yah ;)
Fifty-shades-Jay- what ever ...
Lola_- gotta go to the imbeciles house for dinner...
Skysky- GET ME A PIECE OF CHICKEN BISH!
Lola_- if I survive .... Bye!

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I sigh as I tuck my phone into my pocket as race against my moms yelling down the stairs. She loves to yell in case you haven't noticed. Dad wouldn't care much.. FREEDOM! My mom on the other hand, I love her, but she's evil. She may seem nice and soft but she is.... mom.

"Lola Avery Shepherd!" Mom calls from downstairs. My point exactly.
I slow my pace, a bit agitated that I have to see his face again soon. He's absolutely infuriating and he doesn't even try!

I'm not going to lie though, he's very handsome. Killer jaw line and features. Toned muscles and all of that. But his personality throws me completely off. He's a jerk, a womanizer, careless in his life. Mysterious.

Mysterious yet handsome bad boy. Not my type.

If you knew me, you'd say "No ones your type." because I've been single for a while. Maybe I'm just afraid of commitment.

Then I notice I was standing at the bottom of the stairs like a goof and knew my mom was probably throwing a fit by the door.

We walk for the 1 minute before stopping outside a house that white all around with black interior.

The only thing they asked us to bring was wine and whatever deserts we wanted. They would be serving Apple pie, but I hated Apple pie. So I baked a vanilla cake.

I carry my cake to the front door and dad carries the wine and mom carries nothing but her purse as she knocks. Noah of course opens the door and I walk passed him a quickly as possible.

But that was impossible.

He still manages to touch me in some way shape of form and I let out a little gasp as he lays his hand on the dip of my back.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs. Shepherd, how nice of you to join us!" Mrs. ASHER squeals as we set our dishes and bottle on the counter.

We take our seats at the large table, me having to sit beside Noah at the edge of the table. The adults engage in normal conversation, how we were doing, and all that.