"I'll just meet you and Veronica there. I don't want her to have to miss half of the parade because of me," I say, hopping while trying to pull my jeans on.
"Are you sure? It'll be more fun if we go together," Vincent suggests.
"No, you guys go ahead. It's my fault for oversleeping. Don't forget to bring coats or you guys will be cold."
"Okay, Mom," Vincent replies sarcastically. "Call me when you parked and I'll come and-"
There's thumping and giggling on the other end.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hi, Wendy," Veronica giggles for a bit, before huffing some deep breaths.
"Hey, Veronica. Excited for the light parade?"
"Vincent's excited. He put on chapstick all day."
"VERONICA! Open the door!" Vincent's banging can be heard.
"It's not because he's excited. Lips get chapped during winter," I explain to Veronica, not really understanding where she got the notion that chapped lips meant excitement.
"It's because he wants to kiss you later," Veronica snickers.
"Stop saying stuff, Veronica!" Vincent yells from behind the door.
"I have to pick out my tutu now."
"Okay, I'll see you later you and Vincent later."
"Vincent says he can't wait to smooch you."
"I didn't say that!" Vincent protests.
"Now he's saying that you should marry him."
"Veronica!" Vincent yells again.
"He says he wants to have twenty babies."
"VERONICA!"
"Bye, Wendy!" The phone clicks off before I can even respond.
After throwing on a jacket, I wrap a scarf around my neck and make my way to the bathroom to brush my hair and get rid of my nap breath.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the light parade with Vincent?" Wren asks, seeing me scramble to the bathroom.
"Yeah, but I woke up late."
"It's already 10. The parade is probably starting now."
"I know that! Why do you think I'm rushing?" I try to drag my brush through my hair, but it only seems to tangle more.
"Your phone's ringing," Wren informs me.
"Oh, can you grab it for me?"
"Nah," Wren refuses, walking downstairs.
"Jeez," I groan, running to my room with the brush still dangling from my hair. I answer without looking at the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Wendy," answers a familiar voice. I'm surprised it's not Vincent, so I check the name on my phone real quick.
"Oh, Maddy. What's up?" I ask, confused why she would suddenly call me. In fact, we only exchanged numbers as a formality, but we never even sent a single next to one another.
"Can you pick me up?"
"Pick you up?"
"Yeah. I'm at a party right now, but my ride ditched me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm meeting up with Vincent, and I'm already late."
"Oh, where are you going?"
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Started as His Girlfriend (Sequel to "Started as His Tutor")
Novela Juvenil*****SEQUEL TO STARTED AS HIS TUTOR***** Wendy and Vincent start off their senior year as a couple. However, it's not without turbulence. Vincent's gorgeous family friend is his new neighbor. Wendy's dorky-to-dreaming friend is now a famous actor. B...
