Good Girl

Chapter 3: Melly

first off, allow me to apologize from the bottom of my heart for taking over two months to post this chapter. I have overloaded my plate and am cleaning a few unnecessary items off of it, unfortunately I have to finish out a few of the things before I will have the time that I want to have to actually sit down and type out my chapters. I write super old school, like pen and paper in cursive old school. The transfer to text isn't always as soon occurring as I'd like for it to be. Anyway sorry for the hiatus and here's a new chapter

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I had been waiting around for a while when I started to see people coming out of the gates after his plane landed. He should be walking out right about now. Everyone I saw went directly to  other people, until this one cute guy came out and I admit, I went a little weak at the knees just at the sight of him (hey, I'm taken, not blind), and by the looks of it he was checking me out as well. I caught his eye and waved him over. When he went to pick up his bags, his muscles rippled, framed by his navy blue tee with the sleeves cut off. Damn, as he made his way over to me, my eyes drifted from his arms down his lean torso to his legs clad with black skinny jeans and his all black vans. I swallowed  hard as he came to stand in front of me, looking up at him, I asked "Are you the kid that's staying with the Clifford's?" He grinned and answered with a lazy smile that screamed confidence like he just expected me to drop my panties then and there, and nodded. "Yeah that's me, and I have  a name babe, and its Calum." I scoffed at the term of endearment, who was he to be calling me babe when I have a boyfriend? "I have a name as well jackass, and it's Melly, Not 'babe' thank you. You might want to learn it before my boyfriend or my brother hears you say that. I'm just here because the Clifford's are a family friend and they asked me to pick you up, so lets just get through this and I'll never have to talk to you again. Okay?" He chuckled as if I were the funniest thing on the planet. "Feisty lil' thing aren't we doll face?" He said resting his hand under my chin. I huffed in annoyance, slapping his hand away and stomping to the doors, perching my sunglasses on my nose, honestly not  caring if he followed or not. Much to my disappointment, when I got to my jeep, he walked over to the other side, eyes wide. "How in the hell does a bitch like you deserve a fucking sick ride like this?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "Deserved or not, I worked for a year to save enough to buy this baby. And you had better show her some respect, and knock off your shoes before you climb in. Oh, and you can just throw your stuff in the back." He rolled his eyes, but surprisingly did as I asked. "Damn you're bossy, I'm glad I wont be seeing much of you this summer, unless you want to fuck." I gasped at his bluntness and his assumption that I would have any interest in him in that way. "What part of 'I have a boyfriend' do you not understand? Or do you just have a death wish, because if I were you I'd stop while you weren't completely in the hole. Dustin's the football captain and the baseball captain with a hell of a temper, and I aught to set him loose on you for how you've been towards me thus far." He scoffed, "Sugar, I think I can take care of myself, besides this face is far to sexy to be rearranged by a barbaric oaf who did surprisingly well for himself in the looks department. But it all comes together when you get to see just how much of a nagging bitch you are." He finished with a wink and a patronizing smile, climbing into the passenger seat like he belonged there. Frustrated with this infuriating imbecile, I climbed in as well, shoving my key into the ignition, and flying out of the parking lot. God, lets hope that this Dick shuts up for the rest of the thirty minutes of us being in this damn car together.

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Again, I apologize for taking thirty years to get this posted.Also, I have been thinking about doing a thing where I list all the songs I listen to while writing  the chapter. For this one I listened to a playlist made of American beauty/American psycho, Budapest, chocolate(knuckle puck version), &(ha that makes me giggle) second and sebring and broken generation( Om&m)

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