Good Girl.

-2-

I sat on my porch drawing and listening to music singing a little.

Enjoying my Saturday morning

A hand waved in my face making me look up seeing a smiling Nate.

"Nate? what're you doing here?" I asked taking my earphones out

"I came to apologize ma" he said sitting next to me on the swinging chair.

" you already did...I forgave you..." I asked

"You read and ignored my text...I wanted to see ya pretty ass so I hoped you still lived here and I was right" he smiled

"Stalker much..."

"Maybe...or maybe I really like you"

"still stalking me"

"I wouldn't have to stalk you if you gave me a chance"

"Why do you want this so bad...you usually go after the loud slutty girls" I said crossing my legs and arms

"That's the point...and I thought you didn't know me"

"I don't...I didn't know you were that Nate...I haven't seen you in 4 years...you're..."

"Better looking?"

"No...and this is why I don't want you...I don't like conceited guys"

"You've never had one"

I've never had any guy...I've been single my whole life

"And I don't want one..." I scoffed getting up

"wait wait I'm sorry" he sighed grabbing my arm

I groaned turning around.

"What?"

"Can we atleast be friends...best friends?"

"I'll think about it and text you" I sighed
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"Promise?"

"Yea yea whatever"

"Promise me Babygirl"

"Can you not call me that?" I said as nicely as possible

"Ok..." He said pouting "but I like seeing you smile a little when I say it...then blush when I wink" he said winking

I bit my lip turning around.

"See...but I'll stop if you want me too" he said standing up walking around me

"Wait" I said

He turned around smirking biting his lip.

" we can be bestfriends...but promise me this isn't some plot to get me in bed with any of you"

"It's not...I promise..."

" pinky promise?"I asked holding up my pinky

"Pinky promise" he chuckled locking our pinkies kissing them and winking

I rolled my eyes wiping my pinky.

"Hurtful ma"

"I'll text you later"

"Promise?"he asked walking backwards down my driveway

"Yes"

He smiled before getting in his car

I rolled my eyes walking in the house.

"Who was that boy?!" My dad asked standing infront of the door

"H...he's just a friend"

"I don't want you having friends like him"

"Why not?"

"He is just gonna use you for sex like all the other little boys!"

"Dad he's nice...he won't do that!"

"I don't want you talking to him got it?...if I find you talking to him you'll be grounded got it?!"

"But da-"

" Got it?!" He growled

I sighed

"Yes"

He walked around me and left for work.

I groaned storming up to my room slamming the door.

Ever since my mom cheated on him I can't be happy...

That was harsh...