It was Dean.
" Hi Lola."
" Hi Dean, have you seen Joyce lately? You know your girl friend? Cause I haven't and I think maybe you should really go and -"
He kissed me again.
" You have got to stop doing that! Dean you have a girlfriend!"
" I don't anymore, I broke up with her. Don't you remember, I asked you what to do since I don't love her anymore and you said I should break up with her."
" When did this happen?"
" This morning." Oh shit. That's what he was talking about! I wish I had listened... Oh no what have I done!
" Just because you don't have a girlfriend, does not mean you can go around kissing other girls."
I turned around, smiled to myself, then got in my car. I was going home, this was too much for me to handle in one day. I mean, what are the odds... Two boys in one day?! Why did this have to happen to me? One is my best friend's crush and one is the 'it girl's ex boyfriend. Could it have been any worse? I don't think so...
When I finally got home, there were 15 missed calls on my cell. Two were from my mom, one from Brandon (Brandon, he hadn't called me since 7th grade.), and the rest were from Macy.
I texted me mom then called Macy but no answer. So I left a message saying that we needed to talk. I wasn't going to tell her what happened with me and Jake, no way but I just wanter her to think I would have told her if she knew already.
Oh great, Brandon's calling me again.
" What Brandon?'
" Nothing Princess, I am having a party tonight at my place, and I couldn't catch you in Jake's party, so I thought I would invite you to mine."
" Cant, got to study tonight."
" It's 5pm, party starts at nine, you can do plenty of studying until then. See you at my party princess, we'll have so much fun."
And just like that he hung up, there was no way I was going to another party. I had to stay home and study.
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In my defense, I was going to stay home. I didn't ask Trish to come over and practically force me to get ready. So it's not my fault.
I wasn't going for anything fancy, so I just went with jeans and a shirt.
Her reason for going was that she wanted to show off the car her dad just bought for her. Nice, I drive around in a Vesba, and she gets to have a Mercedes. Lucky girl.
We got in her Mercedes and drove to Brandon's house.
When we got there, it looked like the party had already started. Everyone was in their swimsuits laughing and drinking. Next to the pool there was a Jacuzzi, which I didn't even think of going into. It wasn't healthy anyway, going in with all those people I don't know.... Yuck.
Before I knew it someone had grabbed a hold of me, picked me up, and threw me in the pool.
" Brandon!"
" Sorry Princess, thought you were someone else."
" Bullshit." I got out, freezing. Brandon acted like a gentleman, which surprised me, and wrapped a towel around me.
" Come on, let's get you some new clothes." So we went to his sisters room, she was out for the night, and I borrowed some of her clothes. I would exactly call them clothes... I chose the less revealing top I could find. It was a tank top, a tight one at that, and my belly was full on showing. Then he gave me some shorts, which I thought were nice, accept for the fact that they were a bit too... short. My Convies were wet too, so I had to wear one of her heels. I could barely walk in them.
" Brandon are you sure your sisters going to be okay with this?"
" Yeah, calm down. I always lend my girlfriends her clothes."
" Okay..."
I went downstairs and got a drink. I couldn't find anything that didn't have any alcohol in it so I settled for a beer.
" You look beautifull Lola."
It was Dean again.
A/N
Hey again guys! I hope you liked chapter 5. :) Sorry I can't update very frequently since I have school and exams and homework. But I'll try my best to update regularly!!
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