Chapter 7

17 0 0
                                    

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

"You ready?" I asked Lolita over the phone.

  "I don't know if I should wear blue or red dress."

  "Blue matches your eyes but red is sexier."

  "Yeah, you're right. I should wear red. What are you wearing?"

  "Just a pink tank top and a mini skirt."

  "Ugh, you're so pretty. Even a trash bag would look good on you."

  "You're blond."

  "Yes?"

  " Okay, whatever. I'm hanging up."

  "See ya."

  I'm not sure about that mini skirt. It look good, definitely is making my butt look big and snatching that waist, or maybe it's just how I am. Probably the latter.

Should I text Theo and tell him I'm going. We've been texting back and fourth these past couple days.

He's so funny. I love his sense of humour. And finally I'm feeling some sort of romantic connection between us. Beforehand I felt like I was the only one interested, now I feel as the feelings are mutual.

I should text him.

  Me: heyyy

  Theo: hi

  Me: you know what?

  Theo: what???

  Me: I am going to a party today

  Theo: who's party are you going to?

  Me: Jordan's

  Theo: ohhh, his party

  Me: do you wanna come?

  Theo: I'm not sure. When is it?

  Me: it starts at 7pm

  Theo: it's already 6:30. I don't think I can make it on time

  Me: it's alright, you can come later. I can send you the address

  Theo: okay then

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

  Jordan's house is huge.

I am waiting for Lolita by the road. It's really cold outside, I'm shivering.

Suddenly I see someone opening the door. It's Jordan.

  "Are you coming in?"

  "Yes, I'm just waiting for Lolita."

  "It's cold out here."

  "I'm fine."

  He walks toward me and then stands in from of me and says," You're shivering. Come inside."

   "Ugh, okay okay."

   "Do you want something to drink?" Jordans asked.

  "No yet."

  "I saw you walking together with that sophomore."

  "And?"

  "Are you dating him?"

  "Why do you care?"

  "Because I do. What is your problem..."

  "No, I'm not dating him, at least not yet. I wish I were though."

Shattered Where stories live. Discover now