Dakota
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I'm gonna kill Christopher Young. I stare at my purple face in the mirror, that fucking asshole.
I read the little note he left me for the 50th time, god, I'm gonna slaughter him to death.
I storm out of my room and run to Brooke's room, she looks up from her phone at me as I walk in and starts hysterically laughing.
"What the hell happened to you?" She laughs.
"I'm about to commit murder." I say.
She laughs even harder, "What?" She asks.
"Christopher Young is getting killed." I tell her.
She stops laughing and stares at me.
She frowns, "What?" She asks.
Oh shit, I forgot she didn't know why exactly I was gonna kill him.
"Uh, so, I saw him the other day and I went off on him for ghosting you and now he's getting back at me." I lie to her.
She frowns, "You went off on him?" She asks.
I nod.
"How did he even get in here?" She asks.
"I don't know and I don't care. We have to get him back." I say.
"Hell yeah, we are." She says.
I smile, "We gotta get him back stronger. We gotta get the blond hair." I say proudly.
She laughs, "Hell fucking yes." She says.
"After I figure out how to get this off my face though." I say.
"Oh yeah, you can't go anywhere looking like a teletubby." she says.
"Shut up." I say.
She laughs, "Just let me take one picture." She says.
"No." I say before I walk out of the room.
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Me and Brooke stand outside of Chris's house with a smile on our face.
"This is gonna be so fucking fun." She says.
"Yes, indeed." I say.
"Ready?" She asks.
"Yup." I smile.
We both walk into the house filled with people and loud ass music.
"I'll go find him." She says.
"And I'll go to his bathroom." I say.
She nods before we split away, I run upstairs and run to his bathroom. I walk in and close the door behind me.
I grab my purse and pull out the pink hair dye. I laugh to myself as I slide open the shower curtain and grab the conditioner bottle.
I open the bottle and don't waste a second to dump the pink hair dye into the bottle. I pour it carefully, making sure not to spill a drop anywhere.
Once I finish I close up the conditioner bottle and put it back where I found it. I smile to myself as I throw the bottle in the trash can and pull out the note I wrote for him.
Since I love to paint so much, blondie
-buttercup
Two can play this game, Christopher Young.
I take the note and place it under the conditioner bottle before my phone goes off with a text from Brooke.
Brooke: he's coming upstairs
Fuck. I grab my purse and run into the shower and close the curtain just as the door opens. Fuck my life.
I stand there frozen as I hear the toilet lid open. I peek through the mesh at the top of the curtain shower and see the top of Chris's head. I hold in my laugh as he groans before I hear the pee hit the toilet water. Ew.
"Ah." He says as he continues to pee.
Jesus, how long has he been holding his pee for? It sounded like a waterfall.
He finally stops pissing and I hear him move around a little before flushing the toilet. I hear the sink turn on and I peek again through the curtain and see him staring at himself in the mirror. He fixes up his hair. I smile to myself.
Enjoy your blond luscious locks while it lasts.
He dries his hands before walking out of the bathroom. I quickly get out of the shower and look at the toilet. He couldn't even close the toilet lid.
I roll my eyes before I walk out of the bathroom. I ran downstairs and texted Brooke to meet me at the car. I run to the car and sigh in relief as I wait for her.
I stood against the car and laughed to myself, I was so proud of myself.
"I'm not surprised to see you here." I hear his voice.
I turn my head and see Ryder walk up with a smile on his face. I wasn't gonna let him scare me, I wasn't gonna give him that control over me. Not again.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Heard about your little boyfriends' party, thought I'd stop by." He says.
"He's not my boyfriend." I say.
"Then why are you here?" He asks.
"I'm waiting for my friend." I tell him.
He nods.
"So, when are we going out on that date?" He asks.
"Never." I say.
"Why not? Obviously, Chris isn't the issue. So what is it?" He asks.
"I told you to leave me alone, Ryder." I say.
"And I told you that I wanted to take you out." He tells me.
"Why?" I ask.
"I want to talk it out." He says.
"Dakota!" I hear someone call.
I look in the direction of the voice and see Brooke walking up to us. She looks at Ryder and frowns.
"I'm Ryder." He says as he sticks his hand out to her.
"Brooke." She says as she shakes his hand.
"You can leave now, Ryder." I say.
"I'll see you around, Dakota." he says before walking away.
"That's Ryder?" Brooke asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"I wish he wasn't hot." She says.
"He's an asshole." I tell her.
She shrugs.
"So did you do it?" She asks.
I smile and nod.
"Fuck yeah!" She says as she gives me a high five.
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The Fault (Book 3 in The Deception Series)
RomanceChristopher Young was a small child trapped in a grown man's body. He never seemed to get upset easily and always cracked random jokes at the most inconvenient times. He also was never a fan of commitment, he was known for flirting with girls and sl...
