I wake up with Chance's arm draped around my side. Careful not to wake him, I slip his arm gently off my side so that I can go to the bathroom. Walking over to the haphazard pile of clothes on the floor, I grab my cheer uniform, put it in my bag, and head off to the bathroom.
I groan as I look in the mirror, not liking what I see. Bra and undies, that's it. I wonder if I have any of my clothes I keep for emergencies left in Chance's closet. I finish up in the bathroom and find a pair of my shorts, I can't find a shirt so I take the one Chance always lends me and slip it on.
I head back to the bed to check my phone. 60 messages but no missed calls. At least mom's not mad. I hear Chance start to wake up.
"Hey princess," he says, "come cuddle?"
"Always," I say as I snuggle into him.
We stay like this for a while until he declares that he has to go to the washroom.
"Okay, I feel like getting up anyways." I get up and look at my phone. 11:20 already? Wow, time passes by quickly when I'm with Chance.
"Can you bring me some basketball shorts babe?" Chance calls from the bathroom.
"Yeah sure, do you care which ones?" I ask.
"Doesn't really matter," he says.
I look through his closet and find the white shorts I like on Chance. "Here," I say as I pass them to him.
"Thanks," he says as he pulls me in for a kiss. I love his morning smell, slight cologne mixed in with his usual smell that I can't place, yet love.
"Is my bathroom bag still in here?" I ask Chance as I look around for my little black bag.
"Um, yeah in the drawer over there." He points to the drawer behind me. I open it and find my black bag.
"I'll leave you alone soon, just let me wash my face and brush my teeth," I tell him.
"Well Tinker, as you know, you can always stay with me," he says as he wiggles his eyebrows.
I love that name. He started calling me that in the 6th grade. He thought it would be funny to call me Tinker on account of my last name, Bell. I still remember the moments we would play tag when we were younger; "Tinker Bell, I'll catch you if you don't start flying." He taunted.
We finish up in the bathroom and eat brunch.
"Did you get a lot of homework?" Chance asks me.
"Not really," I say, " You?"
"Same really, the teachers don't really give me much homework anymore." He says.
We talk until about 2:00pm.
"I should probably get home," I tell Chance.
"Alright, I'll drive you, just get your stuff."
***
Chance pecks me on the cheek goodbye. I push the car door up and get out.
I nudge the gate open and press the button that starts the checkpoint camera. The camera moves and focuses on me, before opening the indoor lock.
I walk inside and down the hall.
"I'm home," I tell my mom as I enter her study.
"You're late Guinevere," She says without turning around. " You should have called."
" I was at Sandra's house," I tell her.
Liar.
"And," I Continue "I go by Gwen now."
She Ignores the last part.
"If you were at Sandra's house then why are you wearing Chance's shirt?" She asks accusingly.
Got me there.
"Ok, fine I was at Chance's house. What's wrong with that?" I ask her. " We've been together for, like, four years and all of a sudden you care if I spend the night at his house?"
"I don't mind, he's a nice boy. I just wish you called," She tells me. "Next time tell me where you are, I saw his black Pagani outside. Yours is silver, that's how I knew. Plus the shirt you're wearing, It's much too big, and you don't have any basketball shirts, besides the once Chance bought you.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'll call next time, where's dad?" I ask her to get out of the conversation.
"Out, at a meeting," she tells me.
"I walk up to my room and call Sandra.
Hey S, wanna come over?
"Yeah sure," Comes the quick reply. "When should I be there?"
"come in about an hour bring, your bag if you want to sleep over," I tell her.
We hang up and I head into the shower to get ready for my best friend's arrival.
Sorry for the lame chapter, I needed a filler chapter. :/
PS. To show what a Pagani is, it is the car at the top. That is a silver Pagani Huayra, the car that Gwen has, Chance's is black.
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