Brooklyn Hall
"You're not going to lunch with him." Bryce said as I zipped my boots.
I am wearing a red dress that ends mid thigh and boots that go mid thigh.
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"You're not my dad." I said and walked into the bathroom.
"Hey I'm in here." Jackson said while in the shower.
"I have to curl my hair." I said plugging in my hair curler.
"I don't know him." Bryce said.
"That's not a fucking excuse Bryce." I said.
I curled my ends and unplugged it.
"I'll ask him if he wants to go to Olive garden for dinner with us." I said and walked out the bathroom.
"You were kissing him and you don't even know him." He said.
"Honey he's right." Jackson said walking out in a towel.
"Whatever he'll be here in like five minutes." I said and grabbed my phone.
"I'm telling your mother." He said.
"Go ahead!" I yelled and walked towards the door.
"If you leave you can't go to California." Bryce said.
"You can't do that." I said and walked out the door.
I bumped into a figure and stumbled back.
"Oh what's wrong?" The person said.
I look up and see Wes.
"Nothing." I said.
We walked to the elevator and made some small talk.
"You look gorgeous, if I do say so myself." Wes said.
"Thanks." I said and hugged him.
We walked out the hotel.
"So where are we going to lunch?" I asked.
"I was thinking Hard Rock Cafe." He said while we walked down the street.
"Oh yea I need to asked you something." I said.
"What's up?" He asked.
"Do you wanna go to Olive garden tonight with my friends and brother?" I asked as he opened the door to Hard Rock Cafe.
"Yea sure it would give me the chance to get to know them." He smiled brightly.
I melted inside, holy fuck his smile.
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Hayran Kurgu"alright fuck, marry, kill." Bryce said as we were on younow. "Okay." I said. "Mikey Barone, Me, and Mark Thomas." "Kill you, Fuck Mark, and Marry Mikey cause he's daddy material."
