Dating Miss HBIC

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Lynn's POV

The drive to Missy's house took about thirty minutes. As we drove through her neighborhood, I could tell she was rich. All the houses were huge with fountains and some even had swimming pools right out front.

We pulled up to a huge three story yellow house with a black and gold gate.

My mouth hung open in awe. Her house was amazing and I've only seen the outside.

"Welcome to our home," Mrs. Samuels said to me.

She is super polite so I don't understand how Missy is such a bitch.

"You have a gorgeous home," I said as I took a look around the interior. The inside was decorated black and white with modern titles, and a smart system. "Thank you Lynn."

There was a huge staircase which I assumed led to the bedrooms right as you walked in the front door.

Much like my walls at home, there were pictures of Missy, her parents and a blonde girl that looked like an older version of Missy. I assumed it was her sister.

"We'll be in my room. We gotta work on our project," Missy said.

"I'll bring you girls a snack," her mom said.

Missy led me to one of the many white doors upstairs. This door had Missy spelt out in pink with floral decorations.

"Shoes by the door," she said as she removed hers, leaving me to follow suit.

She opened her door and once again I was amazed. Her bedroom was the size of all of the bedrooms at my house combined.

Her walls were a soft pink, filled with pictures of her, her family and even two with her friends.

A huge poster bed stood in the middle, complete with pink and white sheets.

She had a pink desk and chair set across from her bed. A huge ass wall mirror by her window which had a seating area.

Her entire room was lined with fluffy black carpeting.

She had a huge flat screen tv hanging from her wall right in front of her bed.

"Pink much?" I asked to which she rolled her eyes. "But seriously. This is a nice set up you got here. Must be nice if you wanna have the whole school over for a sleepover," I said. "Thanks," she said with a laugh.

I noticed she had a trophy shelf which contained many different awards. It reminded me a bit of my own trophy shelf. She could rival me for who had more trophies. I vote me, but still.

"Sit anywhere," she said. I took out my notebook and my baseball before taking a seat by her bay window.

"So I'm going to ask you some basic questions and make notes then at our next meeting you ask me some," Missy said.   "Ok," I agreed.

"First question. What's your full name?"    "Next," I said as I threw the ball in the air then catching it.

"Why can't you just tell me?"   I shook my head.   "Fine. Do you have any siblings?"    "I do. I have nine sisters and a brother."

Missy froze.  "Are you bullshitting me?"    "Nope. I have four older sisters and the rest of my siblings are younger."     "Shit. Your parents sure do love doing the deed."

"Gross," I paused throwing the ball to look at her.  She smirked.

"Do you get along with your siblings?"   "Some of the time," I admitted.