Bad Boy. Good Lips.

Not a Bootycall.

When I finally make it to my room after listening to a long ass speach from my mom that I shouldn't stay away all night long, I exhausted fall down on my bed. I immediately drift off to sleep.

I slowly open my eyes and see that it's already getting dark outside. I check my phone to see what time
it is. What I see there wakes me up in seconds. It's a message from Michael. He never texted me before. Not even for homework or other school related stuff. Never. I debatte with myself to open it or not but I'm just too curious.

Michael: tmw 8 pm, my place?;)

Chloe: am i you're bootycall now?

Michael: yup:D

Chloe: don't you have someone else to annoy?

Michael: nope

Chloe: ugh

Michael: is that a yes?

Chloe: no

Michael: i'm still waiting for you;)

Ugh who does he think he is? Just bc we did it last night doesn't mean he can have me anytime he wants now.