Drama begins... again!
Love,
B. X
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Cherri's P.O.V.
I woke in the morning with a splitting headache.
Yeah, definitely too much to drink.
Memories of last night came whirring into my brain in a fuzz. Something about Arron running down the street naked, singing Total Eclipse of The Heart on karaoke and Taylor drinking so much he actually wet himself.
I chuckled at the blurred memories, then winced as another pounding hit my head.
I doubled over, clutching my dresser to steady myself. Honestly, I really wasn’t trusting my legs right now.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I resembled a panda that had just been on an all-night rampage. My eye makeup was extremely smudged and I had an half moon indentation on my bottom lip, probably from sucking on the bottle for too long.
I scrambled for the box of paracetamol on the side of my drawer and did my best to make my face half decent.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a shiny metallic object hanging from the side of my jewellery stand.
Reaching over, I unhooked it, bringing it closer to discover that it was a necklace.
Nathan Ryan Drake
Oh God, this was Nate’s dog tag that he had given me! I had to return this! Jake would go mad if he knew that I still had some kind of tie to Nate!
I left it by the side of my mirror as I went to get a quick shower.
I returned about 20 minutes later, now dressed casually in a black vest top and a black skirt. I customised the outfit with my charm bracelet from Jake, my black Vans and of course Jake’s promise ring. I couldn’t go anywhere without it.
I grabbed the dog tag, stuffing it into my pocket and heading downstairs.
Heading into the kitchen, I took the butter from the fridge. I put the slice of bread into the toaster and danced wildly along to the radio that was blaring in the background.
I stuffed the slice into my mouth, chewing as I danced crazily, waving my limbs about.
Looking up, I saw Dad leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms folded and a smirk on his face.
I choked on the toast and the buttered slice flew across the kitchen floor.
“You sure you want to major in Law and not Dance?” Dad smirked
I scowled at him, picking up the toast from the floor.
“I didn’t know you were standing there.”
“Evidentemente.” He laughed. Evidently.
“Vete.” I frowned. Go away.
“¿Que es una manera de tratar a su padre?” Is that a way to treat your father?
“Vete.” I repeated
“Con placer.” With pleasure.
He gave me his cheesiest grin before stalking off.
Grr! I really don’t understand my dad sometimes!
I cleaned up the toast and made myself some cereal instead.
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All's Fair in Love and Law
Roman pour Adolescents*NO STRINGS ATTACHED SEQUEL* What do you say when someone tells you they love you? Cherri Alonso is a simple All-American girl with a less than simple life. Spoilt by her millionaire parents and idolised by her high-school classmates, Cherri attempt...