I'm Back Bitches!

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Chapter 6; I'm back bitches!

"I'll miss you! A lot!" Jayla cried.

"Awwe-I'll miss you too!" I cry with her.

"Oh my god! I'll miss you more than-" I cut Jenette off.

"Her. Yea I get it! Now I have to go or else I'm going to be late! And remember to text me!" I hugged them both and got in the cab.

I can't believe I'm going back to America.

It was the end of summer now. Yea my boarding school doesn't give out holidays until fall which was about to start... Anyways I am in London...

I sighed. I couldn't believe I was going back...

*

I looked around for my mom. But there was no sign of her until someone bumped into me.

I looked to see who it was... Drew.

"AMANDA?" He got all the attention in the airport.

"Yes..." I whispered.

"What did you do to your hair?" He stared at me wide eyed.

"Oh nothing... Just bleached it and dyed it." I shrug.

"You look... Different." He squints at me.

"Oh please! You haven't even seen me with makeup." I raise a hand like it's nothing.

"Yo-you wear makeup?" He stutters.

"Oh yea!" I smirk.

"We need to get going before mom get's worried and thinks you died in that airplane." He storms out the airport.

I still notice a lot of guys checking me out.

I guess I am 'Sexy'. But who can blame me? I didn't actually know I would be so good looking without all that fat.

"Wow I guess you weren't kidding about changing." Andrew starts the engine.

"Hell no!" I shrug.

"Yo-you? You cuss?" He asks.

"Fuck yea" I smirk.

"What did those people in London do to you?" He asks.

"They taught me A LOT of stuff" I simply say.

"Damn... Well it wasn't good stuff" He notices me flip him off.

"Yea... I love my new contacts" I point to my eyes. "Mom said maybe she'll get me to do eye surgery..." I say.

"Well... Hope you have fun doing this because I'm not gonna' like guys touch my sister in a not so appropriate way." He glares at me for two seconds.

"Drew! I can take care of myself now!" I whined. Seriously though, I'm eighteen for Christ's sake.

"Okay, whatever you say..."

We drove home in silence.

It was the fact that school was starting tomorrow...

Tomorrow I started senior year...

And my revenge.

*

"We're here." Drew unbuckled his seat belt.

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