Drag Me Down

Chapter 3

Tiffany's p.o.v

My shift was finally coming to an end. I finished cleaning the tables and coffee makers. As I clocked out, I whipped out my phone and texted my dad that I was coming home.

As I got into my car, I punched in the number Harry gave me and texted the number. "Hey it's Tiffany. My shift just ended." I clicked the button to shut my phone down as I made my way home.

When I was driving home I got several texts from him. I knew this wasn't good because I knew he was furious for me not answering him. "Dad, I'm home!" I yelled. "How was your day?" "Just the same as always. Very very boring." I could hear him chuckle.

My dad then appeared and gave me a hug. "I fixed you some lunch." It was my favorite. Dried okra and aloe Vera drink. "I can't eat right now. I'm going out with.. With a friend tonight" did I even consider him a friend? I hardly even know him.

My dad snapped me out of my thoughts. "Earth to Tiffany!" He chuckled. "So who is this friend?" Oh shi.t. "I'm going out with Vanessa and her boyfriend tonight and she's bringing him as like a double date I guess. Don't read too much into it dad... I have to go get changed."

I walked into my room. My room was black with silver skulls painted on the walls and band posters. Mostly GreenDay. I had a king sized bed with jack skellington sheets on it. I whipped out my phone. "9 messages from Harry" this is not going to be good.

As I scrolled down through, his messages were very intimidating. "Are you okay?" "You're going to get punished if you don't answer." "You better call me when you get these fuc.king messages, princess." I took a deep breath and called him. "Hey Harry sor-" "yeah yeah, I don't care. You better have a good fuck.ing reason you didn't answer me." "That's what I was about to say. I was driving so I couldn't respond."

"Is your parents cops or something? Jesus Christ Tiffany, live a little." He chuckled. "I would've but I didn't wanna kill anyone" I laughed. "I'm going to pick you up at 7:00" "okay. Should I wear something classy that's black or red?" "Pick whatever color you want, love. I'll just rip it off later."

The last part was inaudible. "Wait, what?" "Nothing, love. See you at 7!" And he hung up. I texted him the address to my house. I had to get my shi.t together and choose an outfit. It was already 5:00 pm and he was picking me up at 7.

I rummaged through my closet, and picked out a black dress that showed my curves, and had a lace top. I picked out my red and black stilettos, and put on some black eyeliner, and winged it out. I put on some red eyeshadow and blended it so it would look softer. I put on some black lip liner, and put some red lipstick on as well, trying to keep the black and red pattern.

I took my phone from my nightstand. "Hey Vanessa. How would you like to go on a double date?"