Chapter 36

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Arielle's P.O.V:

I was leaving the gym around 10:30 and on my way to Gi's place. I called her to ask her if she was home before I did anything. Anyway, right after I got off the phone with her I hopped in my Benz truck and headed to Mc'Donalds. My phone rang while I was in the drive through. "Hello ?" I said into the phone. "Hey babe. What chu' doin' ?" Brandon asked me. "Hey, I'm at Mc'Donalds. While I'm here you want anything ?" I asked. "Nah, I'm good. Thanks bae. I thought you were going over Gia's." He says. "Ohh yeah. I am but she's not home yet." I said, slowly driving, careful not to hit the car in front of me. "Ohh aight. I was just calling to tell you that I'm done at the studio and I'm gonna be home waiting for you." Brandon says. I smiled. "Okay baby. I'll talk to you later, okay ?" I asked. "Okay. Love you Princess." He says. "I love you too." I said. And then I hung up the phone. As soon as I get up to the intercom, a voice speaks. "Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order ?" A male voice said. "Hi. Can I have a crispy chicken sandwich please ?" I say. "Anything else ?" He asked. "A medium fry and a coke, please." I said. "Will that be all ?" "Yes." I said. "Drive to the second window please. Your total is $11.34." The voice says.
I drove to the second window as told and grabbed my wallet out of my purse. At the window,was a young white boy who looked no older than 18. He was blonde and had blue eyes. "Hi."He says, his arm leaning against the window. "Hi." I said,handing him the money. Then, he gave me my food and drink. "Thank you." I said. "No problem, beautiful." He said,after winking at me. Boy,bye. I gave a fake smile and I drove away. "Oh please." I said, after laughing. And then I was on my way to Gi's house.
About 20 minutes later, I was outside of my best friends condo. I saw August's Rover parked in the driveway and Gi's Wrangler. I pulled the key out of my car and got out. After locking my vehicle, I looked both ways and crossed the street. I ran, even though my legs had no feeling left in them at all. I knocked on the door and waited. About 5 minutes later, Gi answered the door. She looked cute and comfortable. She had on a gray cropped tank, and black leggings that hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was wavy. "Heyyyy butter cup !" She says, hugging me tight. She literally jumped on me. I laughed and tried not to drop her. "Hey boo." I said. Gi got off of me and I followed her into the living room. "Why ya ass look so fat in those leggings ?" I asked her. That's how our friendship is. August was sitting on the white leather couch, watching tv. Gia laughed. "That's what August said." She says, sitting next to Aug on the couch. "What I say bae ?" Aug said, his eyes still focused on the T.V. "My butt looks fat in these leggings." Gi says to him. "It do !" He says. Both Gia and I laughed. "So why  are you in such a good mood ?" I asked. "Because I have the best boyfriend in the world." She said, sitting on August's lap and hugging him and kissing him all over his face. "Aw,baby. You so sweet." He says to Gia. I smiled. "Y'all are so cute." I said. "Thanks boo." Gi says. She gets up and August smacks her ass. "Ow !!" She said. "That didn't hurt." He said, after laughing. I've never felt like such a 3rd wheel in my life. Gia went into the kitchen and told me to follow her. I got up from the love seat and did as I was told. "So, when am I gonna be able to hear this voicemail ?" I asked, even thought I knew I was gonna get mad. Gia poured us both a glass of apple juice. Yes I said Apple juice. Gi don't drink like that. She barely got alcohol in her house. "Oh right now. I forgot that's why you came over."She said, whipping out her phone. My phone vibrated and it was a text from my sister, Ana. "Hey sis." She said.I knew she wanted something because she doesn't just text me out of the blue. So I texted back. "What do you want ?" I said and then I pressed send. I looked back at Gia and she was looking at me. "You ready ?" She asked me.

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