A/N: I apologize for not writing for a week! I’ve been at school, and it absolutely sucks. The teachers gave a lot of homework out on the second day. I’ve been trying to finish it all before the due date so I can write here. Unfortunately, this might be how it’s going to be from here on; an update once a week. :( I’m so sorry. Anyway, enjoy!
**Recap** I was about to reply when the doorbell sounded. I looked at the clock on my nightstand, and it said 10:18 P.M. Who could be here this late at night?
“Who would be here right now?” Chris inquired aloud. Shrugging, I got up and descended the stairs and walked towards the front door. Frowning, I peeked through the front window curtains and saw Ian Ashford. God, why was he here? And at nearly 10:30 at night?
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Hesitantly, I opened the door and braced myself for what’s to come. I knew nothing good would come out of this.
“Yay, it’s Douche. What the hell are you doing here?” I said not so nicely.
“Don’t sound too excited Princess. I know I am sexy and all but no need to be so excited to see me.”
“Just shut up. Why are you here?” I repeated.
“Well, obviously it’s because I’m lifting your spirits with my presence. I know you missed me,” he smirked.
His eyes raked my body up and down taking in my outfit. I looked down in horror when I realized I was wearing a white t-shirt that said, “RESPECT THE LEMUR” and a pair of turquoise short shorts that barely covered my butt. I slapped my forehead in embarrassment. Of course I had to wear this outfit. It’s not my fault I thought that no one would pay me a visit tonight!
“Did you just slap yourself? Oh, and nice clothes,” he winked.
My eyes widened when I remembered Ian was standing in front of me while I was making a fool of myself. My cheeks slightly flushed when I was still standing there not answering him.
“Shut up. But no seriously, why are you here? For your information, you interrupted a very important conversation between Chris and me.”
“Oh yeah? And what was that about? Me?”
“Only in your dreams, Douche, sorry to disappoint.”
“Believe me, I’m not disappointed since I know the truth.”
“Whatever. So can I ask for the third time, why are you here at 10:30 at night?” I reiterated.
“It’s only 10:20, Princess. Not 10:30. And I’m here because you forgot something in detention,” Ian replied while holding out his hand. In his hand was a pen. Let me repeat myself. A pen.
“Um, why are you giving me this? It’s just a pen I could easily get another one,” I asked while my face scrunched in confusion.
I was trying to rack my brain for any sign as to why he’d give me a pen. Should I get down on my knees and thank him or something? Maybe he was being thoughtful? Ha, no just kidding. This was Ian we're talking about. He's never thoughtful. All of a sudden Ian bursted out laughing. I furrowed my brow even more since nothing funny happened.
“Are you alright?” I asked while looking around trying to figure out why he’s laughing.
Maybe there’s something on my face? Discreetly, I ran my hands over my face but came up with nothing. Maybe something in my teeth? I swiped my tongue over my teeth but again, found nothing.
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Flawed Pretense
Teen FictionMeet Emily Russell. She's sarcastic, smart, gorgeous and friendly. Meet her best friend Chris Dells. She's hilarious, loud, pretty, and not so friendly. Together they can be trouble. They've known each other their whole lives and no one...