"I have to go mom!" I yelled hurriedly at my mother as I slipped on my black and white Converse and tied the shoelaces together.
"Okay, bye sweetie!"
"Let's make tomorrow a family night, capisce?"
"Sure dear, movie?"
"Let's vote later!"
"Okay, have fun on your date."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Aren't you suppose to say the opposite?" I joked.
"With other guys, most likely. With Jaxson, he's a total sweetheart."
I rolled my eyes again, "Glad to know he made a good impression on you."
I heaved as I remember I wasn't even there when Jaxson first met my parents.
So basically, I was gone that day to do stuff and other errands. You know, for my job. And when I returned, completely drenched in sweat, Jaxson was sitting on my couch like he owned the place. And the next thing I know, mom was bringing him tea of all things! Apparently Jaxson turned up in my house to bring me back my sweater that I left accidentally in his car, and there you have it.
But that wasn't even the most mortifying thing, oh no, they had been chatting while I was gone.
I couldn't even imagine what they had been so animatedly conversing about.
Well, I had an idea actually, based on the baby photos of me that were on the dinner table.
And I definitely don't remember putting that horrid thing there.
But anyways, that's the end of the story.
I laugh, "Bye mom! Say hi to dad for me when he gets back from work!"
"I will!" My mom called out.
I rushed out the front door and right away, I detected Jaxson waiting for me by his fancy new car.
He held the door open for me smirking, and I went in the passenger seat while he went around and sat in the driver's side.
"Aren't you such a gentleman," I commented at his act.
"Well, there are perks," he winked, knowing exactly what he meant.
"Just move it Jax," I groaned, "where are we going anyways?"
"Somewhere," he smiled cheekily.
I sighed, "Why did I even bother?"
My thoughts wandered and I muttered something under my breath.
Jaxson looked at me questioningly and then out of nowhere, burst out laughing, which made me laugh as well.
"What was that?!" He asked with a brow raised.
"Nothing...?"
He continued to laugh at me, "Okay, you weirdo."
The ride was long, longer than all our other dates. Like a lot longer.
"Where are we going?! The curiosity is eating me up!" I said frustrated after sitting quietly in the car for a little more than an hour and a half.
"And satisfaction will bring it back," he stated humorously, "or something like that."
"Jax!"
"Soon, princess, soon."
"Didn't I tell you not to call me princess?!"
"You never told me why..."
I shot him my best glare, "Just don't."
"Fine, fine, whatever you want honey bear."
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The Girl Who Can't Say No
Short StoryMaybe if Avery Cadwell was stronger, she wouldn't be in such big trouble. Maybe if she was stronger, she wouldn't have her virginity stolen from her. Maybe if she was stronger, she wouldn't be crying under her thick covers deep within the night. ...