The Owner's Box

Chapter 13

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Isabella Saint POV

We drove for a few minutes outside the city. We eventually pulled up to a gate, if someone didn't know the area, they would probably drive right past it. I watched as Harlow input a pin number into a phone app and the gates begin to open.

As Harlow drove down the winding driveway the trees that once surrounded us opened up and a house came into view. The house wasn't huge and ridiculously outrageous, but definitely could be described as someone's dream home.

I watched Peyton in the rearview mirror.

Izzy Wizzy 🤞🏾😻: Close your mouth hoe.

Baby Mama 🥵😘: 😳 STFU... Bitch how many houses she got❓⁉️❔🤨

Izzy Wizzy 🤞🏾😻: IDK but we gonna act like we done been places before. 🙃😒

Baby Mama 🥵😘: 🤣🤣 Bet. You know I know how to act dont play me. 🙄🤭

The car comes to a stop and Harlow exits. She walks around to the passenger side and opens the door for Peyton before opening mine as well. I smile a little as I get out.

Harlow closes the door before putting her arm around my shoulder as we approach the front door. Before we could make it inside an Audi Sportback pulls up next to Harlow's car and Rai gets out, jogging up to us.

"Here babe. I got these for you." Rai offers flowers to Peyton and Peyton rolls her eyes. "Thank you." Peyton smiles at the flowers a before mugging at Rai and accepting the flowers.

When we got inside, Harlow gives us a small tour, stopping to show us around the kitchen and where the main bathroom is. This home is much different from the one in Miami. It's decorated differently as well.

This home seems more playful, with colorful art all over the walls. The chairs in the living area are also colorful, whereas the Miami house was darker and moodier. They're both dope but very different styles.

We all make drinks and head out to the back deck. There are outdoor couches arranged around a fire pit, so that's where we decide to hang out. 

I sit down on one of the couches, and Harlow immediately sits down next to me, so close that her knee is touching mine.

"I'm the DJ tonight, or else Harlow will have us listening to slow and sad shit all night," Rai says as she connects her phone to the Bluetooth.

"Don't try to play me." Harlow laughs while beginning to roll a blunt.

Music begins to pour out, and suddenly, we're surrounded by upbeat tunes. I can't even spot where the speakers are located.

"We should make s'mores," Rai blurts out. "Oh, s'mores," Peyton responds, looking at Rai with a bit too much excitement before clearing her throat and returning to a straight face.

"You like s'mores, bae?" Rai asks Peyton, smiling.

"Bae who? But yeah. Haven't had them in years, though. Like since I was a kid," Peyton replies.

Peyton and Rai walk back into the house to gather the things we would need to make the s'mores.

"Enjoying yourself tonight?" Harlow asks me as she leans back and lights her blunt. She looked so fine.

"Yea. I actually am." I tell her staring at her lips. "Yes?" Harlow asks for confirmation. "Yea." I tell her.

Harlow takes another drag of her blunt, and as she does, I grab her jaw, pulling her so we're face to face, and I kiss her. She seems surprised at first, but she gets into it and kisses me back. When we pull apart, I blow out the smoke, biting my lip at her.