Back In Town

Chapter 8~ Doesn't like you my ass

Christina Grimmie, an incredibly talented, lovely, down to earth star. She will continue to live through her amazing music. Here's 'Shrug'.

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Chapter 8~ Doesn't like you my ass

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"Why are we doing this?" I hiss at Sasha as she claws at my arm.

"It's like one of those wildlife programmes on TV." She grins, edging around the corner.

"Stop." I huff, embarrassed.

"Stop." She mimics me in a higher tone and I scowl.

"This is all kinds of creepy."

"Is not."

"We're following a guy, who we don't even know the name of by the way, and you're telling me it's not creepy?"

"Okay..."

"Sash!"

"Fine." She huffs and eyes something over my shoulder. "But you're introducing me to hottie-next-door." She latches onto my arm before I can run and spins me around just to see a breathtaking smile.

And it's aimed directly at me.

"Doesn't like you my ass."

I elbow her.

"Perrie." Damian stops before us and Sasha lets out a puff of approving breath.

"Hi. This is my friend Sasha."

"Pleasure to meet you." He grins.

"The pleasure is all yours." She frowns and I laugh. "Wait, is the saying mine?"

I nod and Damian chuckles "Yeah."

"Oh well who cares?" She looks from me to Damian and then lets out quickly: "You two are double-dating with me and my date tonight." She jerks her thumb in the direction of the guy we've, she's, been stalking. "Right after I ask him." She grins. "And no no's!"

She runs off before I can even get a word in and I watch her as she prepares herself before tapping his shoulder. Poor guy wont know what's hit him.

When I look at Damian again he's closer than I thought and our fingertips are almost brushing as we stand side by side in the corridor. I release a breath and look away, but don't move.

"So I guess we're going on a date tonight." My chest constricts and I try to ignore it and the pounding butterflies.

"Yeah," He breathes out shakily and for a brief moment I swear his fingertips touch mine. "Tell me when later, I have to go." He walks away scratching the back of his neck as I run in the direction of a cold water tap to wash my burning face.

Sasha you little devil.

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I settle for my favourite plain white dip hem dress and a pair of ankle boots and then search for a jacket. As I run my hands over my clothes, I stop short at my favourite blue flannel shirt and tug on the sleeve lightly before shaking my head and continuing. Well it's not technically mine but who cares?

I hear the doorbell go as I pluck out a black jacket and sigh. Here we go.

I trudge downstairs and flip Jamie the bird as she smirks arrogantly at me from the window. "Hot date?"

"Shut up. This is Sasha's fault."

"The woman is a Goddess." She remarks.

I grab my bag from the hallway and call out a goodbye before flinging open the door. My mouth almost goes dry. Damian stands in a pair of fitted dark wash jeans, a grey v-neck and his signature leather jacket. My God.