today was friday. i fell asleep yesterday earlier and noticed this morning that michael had texted me.
sexy mike
'hey watcha doin ;)'
i laughed at his winky face.
me
'soorrry didnt get ur text but heyy'
later
"umm" i moan in satisfaction biting into my chicken finger.
"did that chicken just make you cum?" michael laughed, laying his trey of food next to mine.
"maybe," i giggle, looking up to see him along with an asain looking kid.
"casey, this is my best mate calum."
"sup!" i throw a piece sign and he laughs.
"we're having a party tonight. you should come yeah?" calum says siting on the opposite side of michael.
"alright, but don't get your hopes up. i'm not fucking either of you. and i might not be going to a high school party. i like frat guys." i am certainly a bitch.
"whoa, how the hell do you get in frat parties?" calum asks.
"simple. have you sister date the owner."
"didn't you say she was a whore for a living."
"yeah, but ashton doesn't mind. he only cares if he's getting laid." i pick up my trey and walk towards the trashcans, "see ya later boys!" i wave before dumping my trash in the garbage and walking away.
