seven- fuck what?

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I wake up next to Ethan my mind is groggy, i get up shakingly and make my way to the bathroom and rush to the toilet.

I run my head as I look in the mirror and smeared mascara under my eyes. I check my phone 18 missed calls from mom.

I head back to Ethan's room and get my clothes.

I quickly slip them on as Ethan wakes up.

"Hey" he says in a raspy voice.

"Oh Hey I was just leaving" I say putting my t-shirt on.

"Damn thats a shame I was hoping for round two" he smirks.

"Maybe a another day" I say throwing my slip on shoes on.

"Schools starting in two weeks" he laughs.

"Right, but what even are we?" I ask zipping my shorts.

"I'm definitely not ready for any type of relationship, so I guess for now we are fuck buddies"

"Okay fine by me" I say putting a scrunched in my hair.

"Well I'm out" I say.

"Mia come here" he says as I listen.

He comes closer and connects are lips I pull away looking at the time.

"Shit bye" I say running out of the door.

"Bye" he laugh running his hand through his hair.

I run to my car and rush to Graci's house to grab my bag.

I text Graci to leave my bag outside.

I grab it and rush home.

"Hey mom" I say nervously walking into the kitchen.

"Hey Mia"

"How was the sleepover?" She asks.

"It was great" I say.

"How come you didn't pick up any of my calls last night?" She asks.

"My phone died and we fell asleep in the basement" I lie

"Okay" she says.

"How's Graci and Carmelita?" She asks.

"They're good" I say.

"mmhm" she nods as she makes herself a sandwich.

"You want me to make you a grilled cheese?" She asked.

"Yes, please I'm going to take a shower first" I say.

I head up to my room to take a shower.

My mom still believes that this was a 'sleepover' well technically it was...

I start to take a shower and realize the small little hickeys on my torso and collarbone.

well great...



a/n
well hi how are y'all im decent, my cramps are killing me. Anyways figured I post since it's been a while :)

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