↳❝ If he's as bad as they say,
then I guess I'm cursed
Looking into his eyes,
I think he's already hurt
He's already hurt ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Zellah Larson and Rafe Cameron are known to dislike each other. But with their parents it's always been th...
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ZELLAH laid down in the queen sized bed as she stared up at the celling. Did she really like this boy? Or did she just like the attention he was feeding her? She wasn't sure.
She sighed quietly before sitting up. The once slicked bun looking like a messy bun. "ZELLAH!" She heard her younger brother call her name before he busted through the door.
"Get ready we're leaving to have dinner at the Cameron's in a hour." Mathew said. He leaned onto the door by the door handle. "Hurry up."
Zellah groaned, "Don't rush me." She remained sat on her bed. "You know we're always late because of you, you don't get ready until the last minute."
Zellah rolled her eyes at her brother even though he was right. "Get out!" She yelled as she chucked a pillow at his head. Mathew laughed before throwing the pillow back at her.
Their mother who was already in the middle of getting ready scoffed at the two. "Mathew stop terrorizing your sister!" She yelled. She could already take a guess what was happening.
Mathew slammed the door shut causing a few things from Zellah's vanity to shake. Zellah didn't want to have her fiftieth dinner with the Cameron's. At least it felt like fifty.
But it must be important. She thought as they only have dinner together for holidays, birthdays, announcements, celebrations or achievements.
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