I fell for him

Chapter 11

I was currently lying on my bed.

My bed.

Damn it felt good to be home, Sure I enjoyed the great room service, or the amazing fluffed pillows, but no place is better than home.

"Emily!" I hear a familiar voice. I get up and lay back on my headboard.

"Yeah?" I yell back as Sarah's head pops in my doorway.

"Oh hey Sarah. What's up?" I ask getting up.

"Parker told me about your date! Why didn't you tell me!?" She exclaimed.

"Sorry. He sorta just asked me out of the blue, didn't know I was supposed to tell you everything, I'm new to this best-friend thing." I say.

"Oh right sorry." She shakes her head before continuing. "I brought plenty of things for your date, oh and also a dress and heels.. But that doesn't matter."

"Wait.. Sarah. The thing is he never told me where we were going, so we could go hiking or even robbing a bank and I'm wearing a dress." I state and she just shrugs.

She sticks her hand back into the bag and pulls out a white tank top and sweatpants.

"That's why I exactly know what you guys are doing." She smirks holding up the two pieces of clothing.

"So can I just leave my hair like this?" I point at my messy bun that I made last night.

"We can re-do it so it's cute not messy." She offers.

"It's a messy bun for a reason." I state. She shrugs again.

"Fine you can do it." She groans sitting on my bed.

We sat around, we ate and she watched gossip girl. As for me I was begging Parker to tell me where we're going for our date.

From Parksteer;)- Baby, be ready. I hope Sarah didn't tell you where we're going.

To Parksteer;)- No! But I wanna know!! Please tell me?

From Parksteer;)- No can do. Be ready I'll pick you up in thirty minutes.

I sat my phone down on the stand, running my fingers through my bangs.

"Sarah. Parker told me to tell you to tell me where we're going." I muttered.

"Too bad. I ain't telling you." She replied getting up from the bed picking up the bag.

I groan and stand up. I look down at my black spandex's and a black tank top. My life lives for tank tops.

"Well.. First we're gonna have to shower you." She mutters picking at me.

"Uh.. Sarah. I like you and all, but not like that." I slowly say.

"Oh god no! Shower yourself. I don't play for that team." She squeals.

I run into my bathroom my feet hitting the cold tile floor. I place my hands on the marble sink and stare in the mirror, noticing how much my skin is glowing.

I ignore it, I strip and enter the shower. Letting the hot water warm my skin.

I hear ruffling outside of my shower. I stick my head out making sure I wasn't exposing my body. I look around and see Sarah placing clothes onto the sink.

I shrug it off and she just waves and walks out. After about thirty minutes in the shower I step out wrapping my body in a warm towel.

I look what clothes Sarah had put on the sink and noticed it was the same tank top and sweatpants, but with a white laced bra and same with the underwear.