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Amelia's POV

I walk over to the bench Charlotte told me to sit and I watch them practice the cheer. As they finish I smile at Charlotte and get up as everyone starts to walk back to the locker room. 

 "I will for sure be at the game," I say and Charlotte smirks and we enter the locker room and she starts to change back into her outfit.

"Do you wanna come over to my house?" I ask Charlotte. 

" Sure," Charlotte says as she smiles while fixing her hair. 

I walk her to my white Mercedes and I unlock the car and open the door for her. 

"Nice Mercedes," Charlotte says as she looks around. 

"It was my birthday gift, my mum has a white BMW and my dad has a convertible blue Porsche," I respond starting to drive off.  

"Dang, I'm guessing you guys live in a Mansion with a big ass pool?" Charlotte chuckles.

"Wow, how did you guess." I laugh and make a sharp turn into the driveway. 

I get out of the car and open the door for her and grab my bag and lock my car and head inside.

"Oh hi, honey, Your dad just left for work." My mum says as she hugs me. 

"Hi, mum this is my friend Charlotte is it ok if she stays over?" I ask.

"Yes dear, she can stay over." My mum says.

"Well hi there Charlotte you can call me Mrs. Baker." My mum says to Amelia.

"Well hello, Mrs. Baker," Charlotte says and shakes my mum's hand. 

"Honey are you sure she isn't just a friend, is she your girlfriend?" My mom says and my eyes widen.

I choke on my water. " Umm, mum yes only friend," I say under my breath. " I wish she was my girlfriend."  

I look up to Charlotte and see she is blushing with a smirk. Did she hear my last sentence? Oh well.

"Well, then mum we are going upstairs to my room now!" I grab Charlotte's arm and go to my room. 

"Well, your mom is nice," Charlotte says giggles and sits on my bed. 

"She basically outed me to you but ok." I grab some clothes to give to Charlotte. 

"You can take a shower here are some clothes you can have," I say has I hand her a white t-shirt and blue ripped jeans. 

She smiles and holds the clothes and heads to my bathroom




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