No Strings Attached

Blocked Calls and Ass Face

Sorry for the long wait. I'm going to try to update this story on Sundays, or it could end up being finished on Mondays or Tuesdays.

Blocked Calls and Ass face

I woke up to my phone ringing. And Emma's ass in my face. "Emma get your ass out of my face or so help me, Emma." I groaned, reaching for my phone. It was a blocked number.

"Uh... hello?" I answered cautiously. I wasn't very fond of blocked numbers. Mainly because I don't know if they were tracking me. Blame me for watching so many detective movies.

"Hey sexy, miss me in bed last night?" his cocky, arrogant voice asked me. Don't you hate it when you tend to give your number to everyone, and certain people that you don't want to have it take it like you wanted them to have it? Or is it just me..?

"Uh... hello?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah I'm here. Who gave you my number? And why are you calling me? Are you lonely?" I asked jokingly. I really didn't want to talk to Andrew of all people at this time of day.

"Sweetie, why so many questions? But I'll answer them since I'm a nice guy. I stole your number from someone's phone while they weren't looking, and I'm calling because I'm slightly bored and lonely. Do you want to go out for lunch with me today?" He asked way too casually. I know it's stupid for me to freak out over Andrew asking me out on a lunch date, but he has the reputation of 'fuck and dump'.

"First of all don't call me sweetie, I'm not your girl and I will never be. And second of all how are you going to convince me to go out with you?" I asked. I never thought I would be in this type of predicament with Andrew. I would have expected Darren to come back before this.

"You don't want me to tell that precious boyfriend of yours, now do you?" he asked accusingly. I didn't know that he knew I existed then. Or that I was going out with Darren. Keyword was.

"Actually honeybun we are through. You were my makeup sex. My get over it sex. And you know what? I'm over it. And you need to get over it too. And bye-bye." I said hanging up the phone. Somewhere in my heart I felt bad for the guy. He was trying to give me a chance and I left him hanging like that. That's kind of wrong.

Suddenly I didn't feel bad though. Mainly because I got a text from the douche, only this time from a real number. I saved the number as 'Douchedick'. I honestly am an amazing nicknamer.

Douchedick- if you don't go to lunch with me everyone will see your wet thong

Me- I wasn't wearing a thong and I wore my underwear out, thank you very much

Douchedick- I know that but no one else does... >:)

Me- Ugh fine! We can go to lunch. I pick the place and time, though

Douchedick- I pick the time. Meet me at 1:30. Do you want me to pick you up?

Me- Nope. I don't want your stalkerish ways knowing where I live

Douchedick- HAHA whatever... see you then honey

Me- Argg!! Don't call me that!

"Emma! I have a date with Andrew!" I screeched slightly freaking out. I don't want to go out with that whore! He's such a tool he can't even be in a tool box. Damn that was cheesy.

"REALLY?! Oh em gee!! I'm so happy for you!" she exclaimed happily. I can't believe she's happy for me! She should be praying for me! Praying I don't kill him! If not myself! But it's not like I'm a suicidal person or anything though.

"Don't be happy for me! I have to be there in an hour, too! Lay out my outfit and do my makeup, please. I'm going to take a long shower now." I said dully. I know it seems like I was just bossing Emma around but it's kind of our special thing. She has a date; I'm her maid and vise versa.

As I got in my shower and turned on the steam I started thinking of disastrous things that could happen on this lunch date. What if one of his one night stands came back, mad at me? What if Daren comes begging for forgiveness? What if he confesses is undying love for me? I really need to stop thinking of all of my 'what if's'.

I got into the shower and dozed off, somehow. "Kelly! It's been half an hour! Get your ass out of that shower! Haha that rhymed. But really if you're not out in five minutes I'm going to drag you out!" she threatened. Her threats aren't something you take lightly either. She is a very literal person.

I rushed to shower, taking the most time on my hair. As I walked into my room drying my hair I almost dropped the towel around my body. The outfit that she laid out for me was a white see through tank top, black lacy bra and thong to match, and a sparkly black skirt with black leggings underneath.

The outfit would have been cute for another time but not now. "I don't want to dress to impress, Em! More like dress to scare away." I told her panicked. I don't want Andrew coming back for more. I want to be a potato or a nun today.

"Girl, chill I know this shirt is kind of flashy, but use it flaunt to him that he can't have none of that hot stuff!" she exclaimed. I understood her point now. I still am not sure if I should wear it though. But I reluctantly wore the outfit.

As I looked in the mirror I realized that Em was right. Except my hair could scare off a rat looking for a home. "Girl, your hair needs a little t.l.c. and you can go on your date. You have 15 minutes left until you have to be there and I can do it in ten." She said smiling creepily.

**10 minutes later**

I looked in the mirror and saw my hair looked way better. It was curly in the front and straight in the back. I texted Andrew.

Me- meet me at the little café on Brooks Street

Douchedick- ok sweetcheeks :-)

This date hopefully won't be the death of me.

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Now I was thinking about adding info about the date but then I though "Naw no one will come back and read the next chapter..." hehehehe Its a horrible cliff hanger. I hope its long. Its 3 pages on windows. I tried to make it longer but I was getting a little foggy...

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