It's finally here after I think 2 months! Geeze but hopefully this makes up for it. Quite eventful please leave your thoughts and comments as it really does help motivate a writer. I love hearing all kinds of things. Constructive or loving.
Anyways here is Don't Kiss and Tell!
ps. Extremely unedited. Worse than usual. It's 12.47am give me a break.
Chapter 10: Don't Kiss and Tell
The car ride back to my place was unsurprisingly quiet. After a full day of shopping and Leo I needed a sleep. I needed food. I needed quiet.
Dealing with all those rude people pushing and shoving and don’t get me started on the people who either take up the entire path with their obnoxious laughter and slow walking or the people who stop randomly in the middle of a busy mall to talk with a friend.
It seriously is the most annoying thing to deal with but then chuck that in with a handsome yet rude Spanish hunk….
I deserve a medal.
“What number is it again?” He asked flicking the left blinker on and changing into 3rd gear.
I secretly love the fact that he drives a manual.
“Number for what?”
I see him shoot me a glance, “Your house ditz,”
“Fucking stupid.” I swear I hear him mutter.
“38.” I reply looking back down at my phone. I just texted Mia asking if I could come over and lay be her pool the alternative to the bed but so far she hasn’t responded so I drop my phone back onto my lap and manually wind down the window.
Closing my eyes I let myself enjoy the feeling of my face being blasted by the wind, letting it wake me up a little bit.
“What’re you doing after?”
“Dunno. Probably go see Mia.” I keep my hair tilted towards the window but stick my head back further into the car so I can hear Leo more clearly.
“Why are you friends with her again? She’s a such bitch.” He asked in his cool casual tone as if he hadn’t just insulted one of my best friends.
This time I open my eyes when I go to speak with him but just as I open my mouth, his phone rings.
He glances over to me before leaning down slightly to pick it up from the ash trey.
As Leo answers the phone and carelessly drives with one hand loosely flopped on the wheel, I message Mia again to distract myself from the fact that the boy driving the car I’m currently seated in was laughing and gossiping on the phone like a little bitch.
“No way man! He said that? Tommo is not going to be happy. Nar mate just dropping a chick back to hers before heading over.”
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Paint Strokes
Ficção AdolescentePair Summer Owens with a sexy Leo Santos who is always up for some fun and has a healthy splash of Spanish God in him to keep things interesting it's a recipe for a good time. Keep in mind there is a difference between a mean girl and a naughty one...
