You're supposed to be mine.

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

"Eboni! Eboni, wake up already! Eboni!"

I woke up to the sound of my name being called from a short distance away and someone lightly squeezing my shoulder. I cracked open an eyelid and groaned at the strong ray of light burning my eyes so I quickly snapped them shut again.

"Eboni, get up lazy, we're going shopping!" it was Brooke's voice and she sounded excited. Brooke always sounded excited when she had plans of going shopping.

I placed one hand over both of my eyes to protect them against the light and put the other hand under my back to push myself up. I was feeling groggy and felt like I had only slept a few hours. "What time is it?" my voice was husky and I really needed a drink of water but I licked my teeth and swallowed hard.

"10. Now move!"

I was right I had only slept a few hours, we only stopped talking about Luke and how gorgeous he was at 7 o'clock this morning.

Once I had registered that i was being woken up at this ungodly hour, I groaned and threw myself back on the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut and praying for sleep.

I felt the covers being yanked off of me and the cold air from the open windows breeze in and slap my skin where it was bare. "No! Let me sleep."

"Come on, I want to get to the shops before it starts to get busy. I have my dad's card so we can buy as much as we want?" I guess she saw I wasn't moving so she sighed and I felt the bed dip beside me. "I'll buy you a smoothy from Millie's?"

I processed that for a minute. "Okay, fine. But I want a milk chocolate and toffee cookie with that, too."

"Deal. Now, get up!

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Once I had finished showering and getting changed into more of Brooke's belongings, we hit the road, heading for the town.

"Right, so I'm looking for a dress to wear to Alexandra's party tonight."

"I honestly don't understand why you bother going to these 'parties'. All it is, is an opportunity for some sad excuse of a girl to turn into a slut and get lucky."

Brooke laughed loudly. "Yeah, I know. But I'm going for the buzz, and you're coming with me."

"Hell, no!" I scoffed. If she thinks I'm going any where near that party she had another thing coming.

"Aw, please!" she quickly glanced and me long enough to show me her pleading eyes and then turned back to the road.

"No." I stayed stern.

"Eboni, please? I have no-one else to go with."

"Find a date, you'll have no bother doing that in such short notice. And Alexandra is a bitch - I hate her."

"I know you do, so do I, but she's on my quad and she's good. I can't not turn up to one of my girls' parties and not expect for my reputation to go downhill. Plus, we don't even need to stay that long, just a short while. Just long enough to show my face and then we can leave, and you can stay at mine again if you want. We'll order take-out?"

She knew I wouldn't pass up an opportunity for a good curry. I rolled my eyes at her. "Fine, but you seriously owe me!"

She grinned but didn't say anything. After five minutes, she began talking about some crappy show she found interesting that she watched a few nights ago. It was about a bunch of fake people who had fake hair, fake boobs, fake eyelashes, fake lips, fake tan, fake relationships, and just fake everything. She found it interesting because of how hot one of the guys was. I probably would need to kill myself if I watched it, by the sounds of it.