Dinner date | 006

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                                 Alana's POV

iMessage:

                                        Steve

Morning kid

You and Billie have a
date tonight. Don't argue,
you need to go.

                                                                                    okay

Alana not getting mad
and refusing? Do I have
the wrong number?

                                                           don't be a jackass
                                                   steve. i just know theres  
                                                            no point in arguing

I know. It's gonna be okay,
Lana. I promise. Text me after
the date, alright?

                                                                                     okay!


Irl:

Bitch better be paying. I'll say I "forgot" my wallet. Oops.

                                          Later...

I walked into the bathroom of my apartment to put my makeup on. I put on concealer before setting it in place with powder. I then put on blush, highlighter and mascara. I applied a little bit of lipgloss before curling my hair and putting on a dress.

I pick up my phone and call Billie to see where she is.

It rings 3 times before she picks up.

"Hi. Are you on your way yet?" I ask.

"Shit, is that tonight?" She says.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I scoff.

"Relax, I'm fucking with you. I'll be there in 5." She laughs and I can't help but just roll my eyes at her voice.

I can't believe I have to date her. Fake date of course.

"K, bye." I say blankly before hanging up.

Five minutes goes by and I head downstairs to the lobby and out to Billie's car.

I get in and buckle myself in.

"Damn, princess. You look hot." She says, eyeing me before she starts driving again.

"Billie, I swear to fu~" I start before she cuts me off with a laugh.

"Someone get your panties out of a bunch." She mumbles. "It was a joke, dumbass." She rolls her eyes.

"You can't do one thing without being a fucking bitch about it, can you?" I snap at her. "I wish this shit was over with already." I say, turning my head to lay it on the window.

She sighs angrily before rolling my window down while my head is on it, making me hit the side of the car like she's done before.

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