#𝟏 • 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞.
❝But there's him. He wants to know who I am. He wants to know my past. He wants to know my secret. He isn't different from me. Because I need to know why he's a bad boy.❞
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Every High School has a Queen, who's...
The weekend our summer begins is the weekend Travis is hosting his party and he's gone all out this year seeing that this might be our last year to do something this big. So as the boys set the house, us girls get ready at home expect this time we don't get ready together.
Quinn actually wanted to get ready earlier to spend and help out her boyfriend set up the party and Rose. Well, she's occupied with Blake and when I say occupied, I mean occupied as in she's shopping like mad and not in a sexual way for all those who did think like that.
"Quinn?" I say through the phone as my eyes trail over the dresses that I have folded on top of each other.
"Yes, Paris?" She replies, annoyed.
"Don't be mean!" I grumble, causing her to snicker. "I can't find a dress."
She groans before sighing. "You know your black satin dress with those really thin straps?"
I immediately found the dress, hanging on a hanger at the back of my drawer, a dress I haven't worn for ages. I take it out and admire it for a moment, grinning when I know what to match it with.
"Thank you! I'm going now!" Before she can even begin her protest, I hang up and throw my phone on the bed, smiling as I change into the dress.
After 10 minutes of changing, I look at myself in the mirror with a smirk as I put the diamond collar necklace on. The dress fit perfectly against my figure, the straps are thin like spaghetti and the cleavage is really low, making the dress the perfect outfit to tease Jay in.
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Jay. My world. My life. This time last year, I would have chosen the least modest outfits and slept with countless of boys but now there is only one for me, my forever.
I sigh and curl my hair, finish my makeup off before grabbing my keys, phone and purse for my vanity and make my way downstairs. I had told Jay that I'm going to drive there to which he argued for ages until he reluctantly gave in and agreed. I walk down the stairs and out the house, my heels clinking against the oak flooring as I place my phone into my purse and tuck my purse under my arm.
"Bye!" I shout, alerting the maids that I'm leaving.
I don't wait for any replies as I leave the house, walk down the stairs towards my car that has been parked up front, ready for me to drive. I slip into my beautiful black Porsche Panamera, sighing and smiling dreamily as I touch my leather interior when I turn the ignition on. The drive to Travis' beach house isn't long, seeing as I live close to the beach, basically having it as my garden. I take my time, inhaling the summery air and watching the sun begin to set as the afternoon turns into the evening.
