Kat | 9:12 am
Today was Saturday and I was hanging out with Jackson, Bella and Blake at the beach. We've all grown very close.
Jackson and I have gotten a little closer where he sometimes gropes me but I want more than that. I want him. All of him.
Bella and I are practically bestfriends. I make her go mushy and she hates it. She smokes infront of me as payback and I hate it.
Blake and I, well. He's my bully and I'm his abuser. Yeah, it's weird. Blake likes to call me insulting names, example; small feet and I like to punch him.
Anyways, I got up and instantly headed into my bathroom. After brushing my teeh, washing my face and taking a shower, I was now slipping into my bikini.
I packed my beach bag and went downstairs with my phone and keys inhand. I saw my parents sitting on the couch talking. My mother turned around and looked at me.
Mother: Where on earth are you going dressed like that?
Me: To the beach.
Dad: Not dressed like that. We can see your swimsuit.
I looked down and couldn't see it.
Me: I can not. It's white on white father.
A horn blew and I bit my lip hoping they dont go to the window to check it.
Me: It is Saturday and I have not been to the beach in about two years. Please let me go?
Father: Who are you going with?
Me: Some friends. Camila will be there.
Mother nodded.
Mother: I like Camila. Very respectful and elegant.
I almost laughed. Camila maybe respectful and elegant but what Lauren and her are doing will probably give my parents plus hers a heart attack and kill them.
Me: Yes. She will be there.
Father: How long will you be there?
Me: Maybe a day. Two at the most.
Mother: You must call in the dawn and dusk to check in.
Me: Yes mother.
Father: Okay. You may go.
I smiled and kissed their cheeks and quietly walked out the house. I was parked on the street and they were behind my car. Bella was in the back and the boys were in the front with Jackson riding shotgun. I quickly put my bag in the very back and got in beside Bella and Blake pulled off.
Me: Hey guys.
Bella: Eh, your too happy. Its too early to be happy.
Me: Bells, it's ten in the morning.
Bella: Exactly.
I playfully rolled my eyes and leaned up to Jackson's cheek and quickly pecked it.
Jackson: What was that for?
Me: Just cause.
I leaned back and looked out of the window.
Jackson: How long does it take to get there again?
Blake: About three and a half hours. Not long.
Bella: How long are we staying?
Me: I packed for two days but I always overpack.
I earned a chuckled from Blake.
Blake: I thought for staying for about two days.
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The Mafias' Bullet (Lesbian)
Novela JuvenilCamila Deckard has the perfect life; two loving parents, perfect grades, popularity, great friends and a athletic boyfriend. If her life is so perfect, how did she end up getting the Mafias' bullet? ** I OWN NO PICTURES **