chapter 15
as soon as i walked out of that apartment i got a text from luke.
'party @ ur apartment babe ;-)'
'what? but i just left! who the hell even gave u permission?'
'i never said it was right now.'
'w.e // time?'
'bout 9'
'k'
'ly syd.'
'... love ya lucas.'
some type of an effect this boy had on me.
i loved him, no doubt.
but... he's a killer.
i can't have these feelings for him.
fuck him.
literally.
fuck him.
fuck him right in the pussy.
lil fuckin- sorry.
stAY IN CHARACTER.
so it's like what? 5?
so i have 4 hours to get ready for whatever type of party that was.
"gordon!" i shouted into michael's house.
"yes anne!" he yelled back and i laughed.
"we have to get ready for a party!" i walked towards his room.
"luke's right?" he smiled as i sat on his bed.
"yup." i bit my lip.
"you know he's hosting it in your apartment. right?" he raised his eyebrows.
"yeah i know." i rolled my eyes.
"teenage parties, i recommend you." he sang.
"oooooh i didn't know you listened to him." i smiled.
"who?" he questioned.
"oh crap, sorry i thought you where referring to tyler the creator." i mumbled.
"YAS OF COURSE!" he chuckled,
"isn't he your mcm?" he continued.
"yeah." i giggled.
"you know what they say, a woman's dream is to fuck a black dude or another woman." he laughed.
"i'm guessing you watch orange is the new black as well." i snorted of laughter.
it sounded like a seal being attacked by a shark.
"penssatucky is the real jesus AMEN!" he shouted and ran out of the room, leaving me laughing on his bed.
he came back quickly, like he forgot to say,
"you're laugh is adorable, don't cover it up."
i blushed and said
"i'm gonna get ready."
i decided to just wear something simple.
a hooker dress and killer heels.
lmao jk bruh.
i'm just wearing a black skirt, a white tee and some black converse.
i also decided to do dark eye shadow and red lipstick.
okay so it's 8:30 and i've showered, dressed, straightened my hair and done my makeup.
well i better just get over to my apartment.
