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Chapter 15: Lunch Made For Disaster

I got some glasses people yeah I said it. Glasses they're so cute I love them. But my mom think I shouldn't get lenses anymore, so should I get lenses or no (.75) but I'm not exactly sure if it's correct.

Okay this post up there, is a few weeks ago, so I checked my eyes again. Apparently it's L: 0.5 and R: 1.0 so that's a big difference actually, so somehow squinting gives a large difference. Everyone don't squint when getting your eyes checked, if you do it'll be harder to get the perfect grade.

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Lunch Made For Disaster

Today's the day for that lunch date I have with Connor. Wait! No! Triston told me call it "lunch" nothing more nothing less, it's actually been a while since I've actually been in contact with Connor excluding our meeting in the park.

I wanted to wear a simple pair of jeans, but Triston already readied me a peach a-line dress that reached midthigh. Finally something that was decent already it was always plunging necklines or short bottoms. I zipped on the dress, it really was cute, it hugged me on the upper bodice till my waist where it flowed down to midthigh. One problem with the outfit was I have to wear a pair of 4 inch stilettos, the heel was silver leaving the rest of the heel suede. They would've been cute if I wasn't gonna die of pain from them. I slipped them on last, then took out a simple silver chain necklace with a small diamond pendant, and after placed on a gold cuff.

I walked out of my room in Triston's apartment. Okay I live here now, since the dating thing has to be obvious, cause I've seen the paparazzi follow me home sometimes and it might seem strange for adults who are dating, with one living with her parents. I told my folks I met a guy and I'll be moving in with him, they were ecstatic leaving me of the impression of them kicking me out of the house. Which hurts my feelings, even my own parents don't want me just like Connor.

Triston was leaning by the couch, and examined my outfit. He gave me an approving nod, then walked over the door then waved me over to leave with him.

"You know I could drive myself there" I said, following him toward the elevator.

"Yeah, but we have to showcase our coupleness" he answered, grinning smugly.

"Is that even a word" I said, raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms over my chest. He shrugged.

I walked past him when the elevator doors finally opened. He rode on after me and pressed the button for the basement where the cars were parked.

The elevator reached the basement, after the doors slid open, we both walked out together heading for him grey Lamborghini. Don't even ask where he gets his cars, I don't even know. They just instantly pop out down here.

Triston smirked and opened the door for me, I rolled my eyes. Douche, I don't care if you own ten Bentleys and 20 Rolls Royce, he probably have that much.

"A thanks would've been nice" Triston muttered, after climbing in.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed, emphasizing the "you", "happy now."

"Actually...I would prefer if you said thank you Triston/Hot Adonis" Triston's stupid reply, chuckling at my mouth hanging open. Stupid cocky prick.

We both finally arrived to Fernando's bringing back memories of Connor and I's first date. The memory brought back to the time Connor brought me to the pet shelter.

Flashback (yay a "Flashback")

"Oh my gosh! Look at his little ears, and he's sooo wrinkly" I squealed, watching the adorable puppy yawning.