Chapter 3: Bitchy Girls and Library Fun.
The weekend came and went uneventful. Shay rang me Sunday morning telling me that Sam had only been given a warning from the cops seeing as he is legally 18.
For most of the weekend, I was nursing my hang over. I only saw mum once when she came in to ask how the party was and tell me she was going to her ‘boyfriends’ house.
I cringed when she said this but hid it from her and nodded like a good little daughter I’m not.
Carter Walters, mums most recent boy toy is a creepy, disgusting, vile excuse of a human being. Not that mum can see that anyway. He is about 10 years younger than her aged 25 and is always cracking onto me when mum isn’t in the room.
I shivered in disgust thinking about that scum.
On Monday morning I went through my usual routine. I showered, blow dried my hair, put my make-up on, got dressed, had a piece of toast for breakfast, brushed my teeth,gave mum her nurofen, packed my bag and left in my little lime green run down Bug.
My car is truly shocking to look at but I love it anyway. I work at a restaurant called ‘Luigi’s restaurant’. Not a great name but serves fantastic gourmet Italian food.
When I got to school I dumped my bag in my locker and headed to the quad, knowing that Shay and Mia will be waiting for me.
They were there but they weren’t waiting. Well maybe they were waiting but they were also fighting.
When I got into hearing range I found out what about.
“How could you just leave us there Mia? We are your friends or doesn’t that matter?” Shay questioned.
Mia rolled her eyes. “Calm down Shay and stop being a drama queen. I’m sorry okay. I know I shouldn’t have left you but I panicked and the police were there.
“You still should have waited.” Shay mumbled defeated.
I decided to make my present noticed so I bounded up to them and wrapped my arms over their necks.
“Howdy girlies.” I greeted in a really good western American accent.
“Don’t do that again Sum. You can’t do accents, I’ve told you that before.” Mia informed me amused.
I pouted then stuck my tongue out at her.
We spent the next 10 minutes talking but avoided the topic of the party so I couldn’t tell them about Leo.
Ah Leo. The hot guy I ran into at the party. I had been daydreaming about his body all weekend long.
Foolishly though because I probably will never see him or that beautiful body again.
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Paint Strokes
Teen FictionPair Summer Owens with a sexy Leo Santos who is always up for some fun and has a healthy splash of Spanish God in him to keep things interesting it's a recipe for a good time. Keep in mind there is a difference between a mean girl and a naughty one...
