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KADIES POV
I stop and think.
If I open this door, I will be more disappointed with him.
But if I don't, I'll never know who the girl is.I walk away, and into my room, making sure I slammed the door really hard for them to hear.
I plug in my headphones and blast music.
💸joeys POV
I hear a door slam.
Shit kadie is here.
I push Emily away from me and start getting dressed.
"Get up and dress" I say with no emotions.She flinches but does what I said.
Fuck, why did I do this, this with her.
❣kadies POV
Of course! Why am I stupid!?
He's a fuck boi!!!!
I should've listened to
Everyone.
But my stupidself didn't.I hear a knock at my door.
"Go away" I yell.
"Kadie let me in" Joey says behind the door.
"I said go away, didn't you hear me"
"Let me in now" he says very loudly.
I walk up to the door and open it.
"What" I snap.He smirks and jumps on my bed.
Why is he smirking?
He sighs and looks and me up and down.
Is he checking me out?!
"Ew stop you perv" i playfully slap him.
He chuckles.
"Did you hear?" He says looking down.
"No I didn't hear anything" I said sarcastically.
"He laughs and pulls me into he's lap.
" Joey stop" I frown.
"Whyyy you're so beautiful" he pouts.
I.am.going.to.die.
"I bet you said that to all you're hoes" I smirked.
"Only you" he hugs me tighterI turn to look at him, but I see he was already starring
I blush and bite my bottom lip."You're so cute" he flips us over so that he's on top of me.
"You're so heavy" I groan.
"Its muscle babe" he smirks and leans in.
At that moment I forgot everything that happened earlier.
Without hesitation, I lean in too.
Our lips connected and everything felt..good?

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