This is not a warning but just so you know I'm not some heartless or 'I couldn't care less about people's feelings'. I just want all of you to know that what I write isn't supposed to offend anyone and it's not at all how I view people
--------> William Spencer
Babe? - R
What's that? - A
It's you of course, I figured I needed a name to call you. - R
My heart fluttered in my chest when he texted that.
Why babe? - A
Because you remind me of Babe pig in the city ;) - R
My jaw literally fell to the ground, why would he say that. What a complete dickhead. What did I ever do to him.
I'm kidding, I'm not that mean. And that's not even my petname for you :) - R
So then what is your 'petname' for me??? - A
You're just going to have to wait until tonight. Oh and am I picking you up or..... - R
You're horrible :P...and do you mind if we rendezvous there? - A
You know you love me and my charm and ok, I'll leave you to get ready. - R
Oh and wear something sexy ;) - R
"Who are you texting?" ask Steffy as she walks out of the bathroom in a towel wrapped around her body.
It was the night of William's party and we were getting ready. I was so happy Steffy was back to me. It felt so good to talk to her again. We caught up with each other the past two days.
She told me that her dad had gotten out of prison on Tuesday evening, a friend had dropped him off home. As soon as he opened the door Stef knew she was in trouble. Her dad had been in jail for 5 years for the voluntary manslaughter of his wife. Steffy was only 13 and I can still remember the look he gave her when he was being hauled away by the police.
Since then she had been living with her Grandmother, but unfortunately her Grandmother passed away a year ago leaving Steffy with a massive inheritance.
"No one," I replied.
She walked up to and pointed an accusing finger and squinted her eyes.
"You're lying," and with that she snatched my phone out of her hand. I jumped up from the spot on my bed and started chasing her.
"Give it back Stef, it's none of your business," I shout chasing her around my room.
"Who's R?" She asks with a mischievous grin plastered on her face.
"If I tell you will you give me back my cellphone," I ask panting, trying to catch my breath. I had forgotten Steffy had been on the track team for five years, and that I had no chance if I tried to chase her.
"Of course 'Mara," she smiled sweetly.
I pressed my hand over my heart trying to slow it down a bit.
"Reed Myers," I breathed out. Her eyes widened so much that she looked like King Julian the lemur from Madagascar.
"No fucking way!" She exclaimed. I grinned at her and just nodded my head, and then we just both started screaming like maniacs.
"So, should we get ready?" I asked after calming down.
"Definitely," she smiled at me. She sat down at my dresser and started blow drying her hair, while I took out the shopping bags from my closet. I ran into the bathroom, and applied toothpaste onto my toothbrush and started brushing. Steffy walked into the bathroom, with a pair of black lace underwear and a matching strapless bra. To be honest, Steffy was one of the prettiest girls I knew. She wasn't super skinny like the cheerleaders at Oscarfield or fat like the emo girls who eat lunch in the girls bathrooms and cut themselves behind the school. She has curves that would make Sofia Vergara jealous. She has beautiful silky blonde hair with matching emerald green eyes.

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Love's A Bitch
Teen Fiction"I think we should do this somewhere more private, where my perverted neighbors can't use us as their live porn," I say jumping off Reed and picking up my bag. My hands are shaking as I try to put the key into the keyhole because of our close prox...