Emilia Davies, wow lucky me. The quarterback's girlfriend. I bet she's one of the followers of them rumours. None of them at true. The amount of girls saying they slept with me got so uncontrollable I just started ignoring them and gave up denying.
Grabbing my phone I send her a quick text "Hey, you free tonight" my grip around my phone tightens and I wait for her reply.
"Yeah"
"Can I come over so we can start now?"
"I suppose, if you have too"
"See you soon"
I pull on my leather jacket as I head out to motorbike, arriving at her house I start throwing pebbles at a window. Please say this is her window. Suddenly her little head pops out just as a pebble is mid air, resulting in me accidentally hitting her.
"oh shit, sorry princess" I shout up to her. She smiles at the nickname I gave her. I braced myself and moved round to the front door whilst she let me inside. As I go to sit down she mutters something under her breath making me smile.
I must've been there for hours when she said "Shouldn't you get going"
"Trying to get rid of me so soon?" I playfully reply.
"No, never!" She says with sarcasm.
She shows me to the door and I watch her looking at me as I drive off. Damn she has a nice ear.
The house is deathly silent as I sneak through the back door, creeping up the stairs, being careful not to wake my dad I make it to my room and as soon as my body makes contact with my bed I fall asleep straight away.
The next day I hid in my room until dad left, not wanting to hear his winners morning speech, before I leave for school.
Arriving I immediately see her with Dylan. I can't believe why she forgave him after the others day fiasco. There's something about Dylan that I don't like. He catches me staring and smirks. I quickly shove my way through the hall. I'm almost at history when me and Emilia make direct eye contact. I'm the first to look away.
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