𝓒𝓗𝓞𝓘𝓒𝓔𝓢. (18+)

CHAPTER FIVE

Naomi

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I'd be a god damn liar if I said a part of me wasn't excited to go on this 'date'. Who knew Roman would be such an easy catch! 

I did have an irking suspicion brewing inside me, however, that this could be all a trap and Roman (being mats bitch) would use this against me. Moreover, he had a 'girlfriend', allegedly. So this goes against his whole..well, his whole thing!

But I shove those thoughts aside. Me and mat were technically not together anymore, and maybe roman wasn't even dating that girl.

So, as I apply my final layer of mascara- enough for volume, but not too much that it clumped the way tessis did my mind wracks over possibilities. That's when my phone rings, snapping me out of my trance. 

I did have a habit of thinking too much, or sometimes too little. I didn't know why I was so stressed about something too stupid, must be because I've never done anything like this before- I mean, I wasn't one to hold grudges or anything.

I peek over at the caller and my eyebrows lift upon seeing that it's tessi. I shift in my seat, pressing the bedazzled phone against my ear and holding it up with my shoulder so I can finish my face. 

Regret strikes immediately.

My ear drums are nearly blown out and I almost fall out of my chair, the sound of a hairdryer ringing in my ear. I wince, snapping the phone away and holding it a good distance from my face.

"So! How's the prep goin?"

I hear Tessi ask enthusiastically, her voice buzzing through the mic along with familiar notes of a French song. All masked by the harsh blowing of the hairdryer.

"It's good. I'm just nervous."

I half yell, realizing that'd probably do no good. She wasn't exactly in the room with me, and my stupid phone had a bad mic anyway. So I wait in anticipation for when she finally finishes whatever she was doing. The noise quieting, so now I can hear only her pitchy voice.

"What's the look your going for?"

"Um, just, casual? It's not a date. We are just getting ice-cream."

"Yeah, sure. 'Ice cream'..you're not buying shit, you're just gonna kiss him and dip."

I shrug, before realizing yet again she cannot see me. 

"Whatever. Even if it was an actual thing, it's just icecream. I don't need a cocktail-esque party dress for that."

"You're just basic"

My face contorts into a grimace at that word and I scoff, rolling my eyes. 

First it's that I dress as a grandma, now I'm just basic? Whatever. It didn't really matter what Roman thought of me. I had my shirt low collar so my tits were half out, and based on past encounters, that's all a man needs to drop his pants.

"Anyway, why you nervous nao? You're so hot! You can do this!"

"Yeah, I know. Just..I feel anxious, I don't know why."

I hear her breath falter and a faint 'tsk' I assume she's shaking her head at me.

"Must be the Roman effect?"

Now what in the fuck.

"What is ... that."

"That is the reason why the boys in school always give him high fives and the girls always say..