Fucking Creep

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   "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked Jackson.

 "Who said I wanted to talk?" He gave me a smirk.

 I smirked and looked over at him. I looked behind us to make sure nobody was coming our way, then I grabbed his hand and ran behind the trees. "Last I knew, you told your brother that you wanted to talk with me."

 "My brother doesn't need to know everything I do." He smirked again, placing his hands on my hips and pushing me so my back is to a tree. 

 I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Very true, very true." I started kissing him. It soon turned into a make out session, and we broke away before anything else happens. Last thing we needed is to be caught. 

 "Come over to my house tonight?"  He asked.

  "Maybe. Just maybe." Jackson was one of my oldest friends. He's always been a great guy. To me, at least.

 He smiled at me. "Think we should get back?"

 I gave a thoughtful look. "Or." I paused. "I could just kick your ass at golf cart racing again." I started running to get to my golf cart, hearing him behind.


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   "Would you relax?" I asked my parents.

 "You flipped a golf cart!" My dad yelled.

 "You could've been seriously injured!" Mom joined in.

 "But no harm, no foul." I shrugged, making my way into the kitchen and grabbing some plain lays chips and two brownies.

 "Just because you could get away with doing something illegal, doesn't mean that you should!" Mom stated.

 I rolled my eyes and lied. "Okay, then I won't do it again." I started walking upstairs, without hearing another sounds from them. I turned my music on and pulled this stupid dress off. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing me in my black bra and tight booty shorts. I hate dresses, I'm by far not a lady in any way, so I wear shorts under all mine. I pushed them off and grabbed some sexy grey booty shorts, and a blue and grey T-shirt. I smiled at myself. Crazy Bitch started playing from my speakers and I couldn't help but to dance. This is a song that'll turn me into a porn star in zero point two seconds. I swayed my hips, whipped my hair, and did body rolls. I was having a pretty good time, smiling to myself, but then I caught a glance out my window and saw that dumbass next door watching me with a smirk on his face. I walked over to my window, flipped him off, then shut my curtains. Fucking creep. 


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   Justin's POV:


   "Don't forget we're going down to register ourselves at the country club tomorrow! Vanessa said it was a great place when we went to their's for dinner!"

 "Yeah, mom!" I called back, heading upstairs into my room. Walking in and shutting the door behind me, I threw a bag of chips and slim-jim's down on my bed and put my can of Sprite down on the bedside table. Looking up, I see Charlotte in her room, pulling her shirt to cover her stomach, then dancing like a stripper. I leaned against the window seal and watched her with a smirk. I'd be lying if I said that she couldn't move. Her smile went to anger as she saw me watching her. I stayed in my place, still smirking. She walked over to her window, flipped me off, then shut her curtains. I laughed, going back to my chips and soda.


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   I was laying down on my bed, reading, when I heard a thump from outside. I looked out my window and saw Charlotte climbing out of her window. I looked down and saw a small bag on the ground. Must have been the thump I heard. After she jumped down, she grabbed her bag and started running down the road. Where the hell was she going?


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     Hey guys! So this book isn't very easy for me to update because I didn't have a plan when I started writing it. And I'm not the type of person that could just start writing. I need at least an idea of what's going to happen. I still don't know. I've thought about taking this story down so many times. But after seeing there's 11 comments and over 600 reads on my last chapter, I figured I should at least try again. But if anybody wants to put in any input on what they want to happen (In the next chapter, or soon, or etc) then feel free to message me about it. It might help a lot and I might even write your idea, and of course dedicate it to you. Happy reading=) 


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