Chapter 17: Good Thing Or Bad Thing?
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I woke up the next morning, yawning, stretching, then scratching my left boob. I looked at my phone, seeing it was 8:30 am.
I thought I was sleeping in.
I saw I had got a message from Andy so I opened it.
' Good Morning, Beautiful.' is what I read and then looked at the smirking emoji added at the end. I smiled, blushing right away.
'Morning.' I didn't care what Winter thought, Andy was sweet, possessive, but sweet. I added a smiley face and sent it. He quickly read it and sent me, ' Wanna go out on a date today?'
'What do you have in mind?'
'Racing.'
Watching people race sounded good so I replied with a 'Sure.'
' I'll be there to pick you at at three o'clock.'
' Okie dokie. Can't wait.' I smiled, sending the text. I hopped into the shower and decided to dress up. I put my hair up into a messy bun, and did a little bit of make up magic. I slid into a black strapless crop top, floral skinny jeans, and Salmon pink pumps. I slid on a diamond necklace, a ring, and a bracelet. I grabbed my brown, gold studded, side purse and then my phone ring.
'Winter. ' spread on my screen with the option of ignore or answer. I sighed.
"Yeah?"
"Can we talk?" He asked.
"About what?"
"Listen, I feel like you hate me. This is why I hate when girls fall for me."
"Oh don't worry about that. " I forced a smile. "I tripped and fell into some feelings. I'm fine now, I brushed it off. "
" Don't be one of those girls.."Winter sighed.
"Listen Winter, I'm going out right now. Do I pick you up if you want to talk?"
"That's fine I guess."
"Okay, be there in a little." I hung up and grabbed my keys and went over to my purple mustang. I saw my mom smelling her roses.
"I'll be back, mom."
"Okay, honey. "
I put on my seat belt and turned up Sing by Ed Sheeran. As I arrived on the average side of Eisterbale, Winter looking sexy in his black hoodie, came into the car.
"Where to?" I asked.
" I don't know, Starbucks, whatever you white girls like. "
"Okay. " I smirked, pulling out of the parking lot. As we drove, I stared at winter. Torn skinny jeans, combat boots, black hoodie, the usual sexy attire. And the way he smelled....
I inhaled.
Oh yes.
I'm such a creep.
"So what did you want to talk about?"
"Sorry for being a jerk. " He looked at me.
"Good. Also for calling Andy a-"
"No. Andy deserves everything I've said. He's bad news!"
"No he isn't, he's sweet. "
"Yeah, all guys are when they want a cookie from the cookie jar. "
"What? " I asked, raising a perfect eyebrow at him.
"He wants to use you, fuck you!" Winter explained.
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