stay with me

Chapter 8

*-*Chelsea's p.o.v*-*

I looked around for Karma every where. I just couldn't find her. Blake called a group meeting so I thought I should warn her.

"Guys and Girl were gathered here today because our assistant is sick" he grinned.

Everybody looked at me

"What?" They all got close.

"You KNOW what.. what happened last night between you and Her?" Blake asked.

"..she don't look stressed." Dave added while studing me.

"Stressed free even" Nate looked at me then smelt my body. "I know that smell any where. You had sex last night"

I bit my lip. "So!"

They all gasped. "With Who?" Nate asked.

"My GIRLFRIEND!" I said with a smirk. speaking of girlfriend where is she? She wasn't home this morning and didn't leave a note or a text message. I'm worried.

-karma's p.o.v-

I got so bored I called a hot line.

"Hey" some girl said trying to sound sexy.

"Hey"

"You sound sexy" she said.

"Thanks. What's your name?" I asked trying to start a real conversation.

"Um.. Miley" I could tell she's lying.

"I'm Karma, now tell me your real name"

"Its Franky" she laughed.

"Cute, Where you live?" I asked. Probably to personal.

"That's to personal. You don't know me" she said nicely. Not trying to sound sexy anymore.

"Fine Fine. If I can get to know you.. the real you will you let me take you out?" I asked just being funny.

She laughed "cute, but I'm 19. You seem nice but..."

"Franky. I'm 19, my birthday is this month. Come on I just want to chill That's all. I don't want you doing this" I said.

"Fine, just text me" she said then gave me her number..

I got so caught up with her I spent the whole day talking to her. She's nice, I got some pics, she got some pics.

She Latina with a fat ass . She lives not even two hours away, and she's only doing the hot line because it brings in extra money. I want her, more then Chelsea? Ion think so.

"You gorgeous Franky"

"Thanks, can't wait to see you this weekend."

Yeah I convinced her to meet me half way. I'm getting that, even if she stay for the weekend.

"Maggets I'm home!" I heard Peter shout from down stairs.

I stood up ran to the back stairs and banged on his door. "What's up? Is she bothering you?" He asked while walking past me.

I grabbed him back in, then closed the door. "No she's sleeping. Look" I showed him the picture of Franky.

His jaw dropped. "That is?"

"Mine. I'm meeting up with her after work tomorrow. I'll be bringing that home Friday night" I said then did the victory dance.

"I bet I can find someone way badder then her by tomorrow night" he said.

I was tempted "bet" we shook hands.