Oh well. Who cares? He's right most of the time, but half of the time he's a smart-allic, like he was this time.
I get up, swinging the covers away from my body, instantly shivering from the loss of contact of warmth. I walk over to my closet, desperately trying to ignore the knocking inside my head. I grab out some comfortable clothes that i can do with for the morning. I get changed and head downstairs, all-the-while texting the mystery blondie from last night. How can you blame me, he's interesting to talk to. Seeing as SDMN was our clothing brand, i had a bunch of it in my room. My colour was actually magenta.
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(In all texts Left is you, right is D-trix)
'So am i ever gonna get your name? Or is it gonna be hard to get? xx'
'Well I dunno, how about we see along the journey? x'
I giggle at his statement, all the while walking into the kitchen and not noticing most of the boys in there. "What're you giggling at?" Josh asks, sipping his Dr. Pepper. I raise my eyebrow and point at him, still holding my phone. "Why are you drinking carbonated drinks in the morning, after going to a club?" I question. "Oh, she got you there Josh." Simon says, raising his glass of orange juice. "Shut up you citric shit." Josh retorts back. Rolling my eyes at their childish behaviour, i open the fridge and take out a water bottle. "You never answered my question. Who are you texting?" He interrogates again.
"None of your business dad." I say, exaggerating the last word. He glares at me, making sure i understand he's mad. "It's a guy that she met last night when—" Vikk starts, but i quickly slam down my phone, and cover his mouth. He struggles against my hand. "'Well you were fucking sexy that night, and that dress fit nice and tight xx'...?" Simon recites from my phone. My cheeks flush and i drop my water bottle. "Excuse me?" Josh says shocked. I nervously laugh and remove my hand from Vikks mouth. "Look it's nobody–". "Sexy Club Man?" Simon says again, raising his eyebrow and looking at me. I smile sheepishly and look at my feet.
I cough, and attempt to grab my phone. "Simon please! Don't–!" I say quickly. He hands my phone to Josh, and i then sigh in defeat. He looks at it furrowing his eyebrows at me and the guys conversation. "Who. Is. This?" He growls, clearly annoyed. "It's just a guy I met at the club Josh, no big deal." He puts my phone down and slams his metal can on the counter. "Do you even know his name?" That's when I don't answer, scared of his reaction. "For fucks sakes! In gonna find him and beat the shit out of him." He quickly rushes out of the room, but not before twiddling with my phone and throwing it on the counter. Great, he's so dead now.
Josh took a screen shot of the IP address, and sent it to himself.
it was short but hard to write. Didn't have much inspiration. I'll be back into it on the Chapters I promise! Love to all in the #POWerSquad ! Also if you haven't seen my most recent video on YouTube, I actually started the next trend of 2018.. go watch! My YouTube channel IS in my bio!
