RIDICULOUS. | JUDE BELLINGHAM

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— chapter eight —

Saving all my love for you — Whitney H.

— Anailah —

"Your mom wants to WHAT??" I practically holler, choking on my dr pepper.

"She just wants to meet for dinner. Its just gonna be my parents and my brother, it's not that big of a deal." He explains as if NOTHING is wrong with the sudden news.

"I'd be more at ease with it if you had informed me a day before! I was gonna study for my exams!" I groan scuffing up my hair in frustration.

"Well hurry up and get dressed, i'm picking you up at seven." He explains as i glance around the overly fancy apartment he got for me to stay in for the time being.

Of course, there were no problems with me staying at his house, that was until the multiple incidents where i walked in on him because he "forgets to lock the bathroom door".

A bit dumb, isn't it?

"Hello?" He asks.

"Okay, okay. I'll be ready." I groan, ending the call.

Thank god i have 2 hours to get ready.

I quickly take a shower and blow out my hair, doing a basic makeup look and heading on to the hard part.

The outfit.

I've never met a significant other's parents before (even though we're not actually dating), how does one even dress?

After ten minutes of nitpicking, i finally decide on a long sleeved white dress and short white pumps. As soon as i finish with my jewelry, i hear a knock at my door.

I quickly brush out my outfit, making my way towards the front door.

"You ready?" He asks, staring me down. He's clad in a textured, satin white button up along with black dress pants and white air forces. A gold chain adorns his neck and his toned arms are on display.

Oh lord.

"Anailah?" He asks, making my eyes flicker back to his.

Was i ogling?

"Sorry— what were you saying?" I stutter, fidgeting with my nails.

"We should get going, we'll be late." He states, giving me a once over.

I run back to my bedroom, grabbing my purse and a fancy bottle of wine that i'd been gifted, running back to the front door and locking it as i made my way out. We silently headed towards his car, settling in and beginning our drive back to his house.

"Try not to give away that we're not actually dating." He states, sparing me minimal glance.

"Are your parents mean?" I ask, my leg bouncing in anxiousness.

"Nope. Quite the opposite really." He adds as we near his house.

As soon as we park in his driveway, he observes my anxious state.