CHAPTER THREE
Okay, just see how tonight goes and if I can keep my hands off her, we should be fine. Jesus, I really want to touch her, but I don't want to hurt her. Like my sister says I'll end up hurting her and then I'll have her family on my back.
Will I hurt her though? I've not exactly got a good reputation for being "faithful,", but I've never exactly had a girlfriend to be faithful with. Whoa there. Girlfriend! We're talking girlfriends now?
Holy mother nope! No way I don't do girlfriends I like my freedom thanks. Even though I've said this, I still stand outside Billie's home. I couldn't wait any longer. Not that I did any waiting. I left my place and came straight here, but I'm now faced with a dilemma."Junior, w-what are you doing here?" Marley asked, and I see Billie's head pop around the side of her. And yeah, her eyes are kinda wide too. Shit!
"Um, I um. I've come to, um."
Shit think dickhead think!
"I've come to take Billie, out. My um. My dad he's allowing us to. I mean, I've come to ask Billie, if she'd like to come and see my Dad's gallery. You know, with her interest in photography. I kinda thought that she'd like to see some of his works."Hey, I've got nothing else, so that's the best I can come up with. Although her mum seems a little unconvinced, especially with the way Billie's dressed. Holy shit! She looks hot as fuck.
Eventually, she asks Billie, if this is for real. So of course, she stumbles a little and shrugs her shoulders. It's like she doesn't know what to say, but the strangest thing happens when she tells her this. Her face turns to a Bellissima shade of pink. She disguises it though, by quickly turning away to reach for her leather jacket. Her arse looks tight as fuck. I wonder if she'll allow me to touch it later. Crap, I need to stop! Shit, I'm losing it! I'm denying myself this chick? Holy hell, what is she doing to me?"Oh, okay, well don't stay out too late Billie. You know your dads won't be too pleased if you stay out like."
Billie quickly cuts in, telling her she'll be home at eleven.
So after quickly hugging her mum, she finally heads towards me. Shit. Her tits are practically popping out. She's wearing a black vest top, but her cleavage is on display. Christ, down boy.
Just as I'm feeling a stir Billie, brings me out of my stare when she stands in front of me. She's glaring at me. Bollocks, she looks like she's going to kill me. As soon as we're out of sight of her mother, she lets me have it."What the fuck Zelie? What on earth possessed you to come to the house? You do know, my dads would flip? If they knew I was going out with you they'd go crazy. Oh god. I just know I'm going to get the third degree when I get back.
Oh, and she didn't fall for that shit either, you know the gallery crap. I already told her I was going out with my friends. Plus, I've been to the gallery I've been there like a million times with my dad's.""Aww, baby-B, you've hurt my feelings. Here am, thinking I'm your friend and you couldn't even tell your mother this. Wow! Baby, that's cold."
I leave that sitting just for a few seconds, just to make her feel a little guilty. Only she sees right through that too. Damn this chick is on fire.
"Yeah, you keep going with that one. Zelie, not to sound like a bitch or anything, but even your mother warned you to back off. So I highly doubt that my parents will ever agree to this us."
She swept her hand out between us. Making her point pretty clear she's not falling for me or my shit.
"Yeah, well, I told your mum I thought you'd like to see the gallery. I never mentioned I'd planned it, so as far as she knew, you still went to see your friends. Just like you told her. As for us well, that's your issue. Like I'd said earlier it's not a date."Fuck, and now I wish I hadn't said that either! What the fuck is wrong with me? Her face drops when I tell her that last part, but let's be real here I'm not looking for 'serious' or a 'date'. She's made her point clear, she didn't want it either. So yeah, I think we both know the score, but damn it, I want to touch her so fucking badly!
FUCK!

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