Golden Retriever| Jeremiah Fisher x Reader |❌DISCONTINUED❌

|Chapter 9|

I was sitting on the wooden chairs that were placed neatly around the polished, ivory-white island benchtop, pouring myself a cup of orange juice. Out of nowhere, I heard the loud sound of teenage boys barging into the room, ruining the perfect peace. 

"Bro no way! Are you serious? You turned down Jocelyn?" I heard Steven yell, loud enough to probably damage someone's eardrums, may I add. 

"You what?" I laughed. There was no freaking way Jocelyn had asked Jeremiah to be her Debutante date. I pictured our last memory together, and let me assure you, it wasn't pretty. We were at a party and she started, let's just say, saying not very nice things about me, and things turned out messy afterwards. But the main point is that she was pretty much a queen. Anything she said, went. Jocelyn had wavy, voluminous blonde just-below-shoulder hair with bright blueish-green eyes that were enough to seduce any guy. The picture that comes to mind when someone says mean, girl, queen bee, sassy and of course perfect. In all honesty, Jeremiah was pretty much the same, but as many people say, without the bitchiness. All the girls wanted him, so it was no surprise that they would be the stereotypical perfect couple. 

"Yeah, no joke crazy. The look on Jocelyn's face? Priceless." Jeremiah boasted as he grabbed my just-poured cup of orange juice and drank it all in under a second. I rolled my eyes before asking, "Why?" 

"Uh well it's kinda obvious isn't it honey." He said with a grin, but I could tell how much he hated it by the look in his eyes. I think. "Oh yeah. We're 'dating'." I watched Steven look confused.

"Hang on! You two are dating? Didn't you like HATE each other?" He said, emphasising the word hate.

 "Uh yeah, but that's the past, right Jere?" I laughed, quite convincingly. He nodded and grabbed a muffin from the plate that again I was going to eat. 

"Are you kidding me?" I groaned, annoyed out of my mind. He shrugged with a proud smile on his face. I watched him LICK the top of the freaking muffin, and then handing it to me. 

"Want it now?" He teased. 

"Nope. All yours." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah, we need to talk." Jeremiah said, popping the rest of the blueberry muffin in his mouth. "Okay." I answered dryly as the two of us left the room.

I took a seat on Jeremiah's bed, which was pretty messy like the rest of his room. 

"What?" I asked.

"I'm gonna ask you to the Deb ball thingo."

"Uh you are?"

"Yep. At dinner. Be ready."

"Okay..."

"Just go with it." and with that he left the room.

Shook, I was left there speechless, waiting on.