My brother spent the rest of the time at the fair complained about the heat and how bored he was. Mom finally had enough of it and broke. We went back home to the air conditioning, and I spent my time staring at the new contact in my phone, debating on what to do with it.
Should I text him? He seemed like a total douchebag. He probably acts like that with all girls just to sleep with them....but what if he didn't?
I let out a groan and went to take a cool shower while I contemplated the intentions of the shaggy haired male a little while longer.
He's cute and he's interested in me. This doesn't happen....like ever. It's only because I'm new though. Maybe he wants to get to me before other guys can. He's probably just trying to get into my pants- but he's really cute, so what if he's not? Am I going to waste this?
I sighed as I exited the shower. I dried off and grabbed my phone.
M: What time's the party?
I almost had a heart attack after I sent the message.
That was a mistake. What am I thinking? I can't go to some fuck boy's party.
C: Is this the hottie from the fair? ;)
My stomach turned even more. This is going to be a mistake.
M: (Y/N), my name is (Y/N)
C: Well Miss (Y/N), are you joining my party tonight?
I looked at the text and set my phone aside.
This is a terrible mistake. You cannot go to some fuck boy-
Before my mind had finished its thought, by body already replied to the text.
M: Yeah I'll be there
Well.... fuck me.
Clyde texted me the details of the party and his house, and I decided that I left myself with no choice but to eat and get ready.
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I Don't Love You: Clyde Donovan x Reader
Hayran KurguAlright this was requested by BitorisuCyan_, so if you enjoy this story please send a thank you their way. I am going to put in a trigger warning here as well, for there is some reference to an abusive and controlling relationship. In this story, th...
