princess badass

chapter 3: cell phone swap

 

 

Helooo frends thankuu soo much for waiting and yea I know am a stupid asshole for not publishing it forever a month ... sorry guyzz I really am sorry my parents are really strict and yea they don't know am writing in wattpad. So u know the usyal drama and blalabalalas.. so here u are a new chappiee....

"woah easy there girly, you might give people a heart attack " he chuckled.

"easy my .......... Fazza just say" my sighs were exasperated.

"nothing wrong sweety, if you are wondering about the call and the URGENCY. Then it was me calling for an immediate help".

"thank goodness. Don't u dare freak me out like that again"

"yea!! No guarantees there I will try though" I am sure that bucket smirked.

"whatever, so wat do you want from me in this fine evening kind sir," I faked an accent just to get on his nerves. After all he did drive me out of that ball on this evening almost night righ!!...

" huh!! Already picking up accents are we???,but please stay original, which all accents are gonna clashif it goes this way?"

" don't worry cuz, am a good girl"

"okaaay,, soo there is this meeting that's held in London and I want you to participate in it"

"no way in hell am I going and beside you know I am still underage for this kind of business mee....."

"don't take that legally adult crap with me you and I both know, that not relevant, besides me abba and even aysha will be there" he cut me off.

" it's a big party then why do you want my addition , and am sure many of our cousins would die to cum to London and sit all day on a board meeting doing nothing but intently listening to the crap the old people call business"

"actually sana backed off!! She have some important meeting that day, so she cant come"

" ohkay does this meeting of hers include her cheeky boyfriens??" I questions sheerily out of curiosity..

" may be...." He drawled out

" ohkay I will try, but am not gonna do anymore presentations and such shit!!!" I whined in all honesty..

"aahhh thankuuu you are an angel and we all love you for that..."

"yea yae whatever... and say sana sheowe me big tym!!" with that I hung up.

Aftr finding my way into my room an changing back to my comfy pajamas. I started playing with my phone and that's when I noticed the differences on it. Firstly the backgroung was a graffiti beautifyl might I add, but stii mine was not a graffiti,secondly all the contacts were missing, I usually just save it in my memory and dial it on the spot, but I used to keep contacts none the less, incase I get dementia.(yea I am weird lyk dat!!).  that's when it clicked. OMG I have freaking misplaced my phone at the ball.

                 Now all I can pray is that whoever got my call is decent enough to return it to the lost and found crate. I mean come on that phone was worth nothing and am sure even the poorest of the poorer might actually have a better set than mine. I had lots of sentimental value for my phone, it was my dads first gift to me. ( hey just bcoz am a tomboy doesn't technically mean am not a sentimental being............)

           So now I did the most reasonable thing to do at the moment without even checking the time, I dialed my number, and when picked up on the other line it was a sleepy raspy totally sexy voice.