Hungry

Chapter 10

I woke up early on Wednesday morning and went for a jog. The jog took longer than I had thought it would, so I had to run home and change. Normally I would have take my time but Keaton was my driver for the day, so I couldn't make him late. I am now stood, fully dressed in front of my mirror. Nothing about my weight had changed and my cheeks were still stuffed like a 'chipmunk.' I think that's how India put it anyway.

When I finally made my way downstairs, Tinsley and Keaton were sat at the island talking.

"Morning." I murmur, grabbing a banana.

'Not going for your usual muffin? Or cookie? Or both?" Tinsley questions, her red lips curving up.

"Nope."

My phone rings and I excuse myself.

"Miles?"

"Good morning princess. I slept extremely well and was thinking that we should spend the evening together."

"The evening?"

"Maybe around 10. You could come to Tabitha's with my stuff."

"Oh," I completely forgot to bring his things, "Sure. It may be a bit later."

"Maybe you can just sleepover then."

"Good idea. Yeah, I'll do that. What is the plan for tonight then?"

"Tabitha said she's never watched Gossip Girl. My whole life is like Gossip Girl, so when I was telling her certain things we've done, she didn't understand."

"When you say 'certain things', what did you tell her?"

"How the whole of Manhattan believe that you and I had sex, despite us pretending to."

"Good times. Anyways, is Tabitha still there?"

"Nope. She left five minutes ago."

"Make sure you take care of her house."

"Of course I will. Anyways, can't wait to see you later."

"Bye."

"Ciao."

The call cuts off and I slide the phone into my plaid, baguette bag. I throw the banana into the nearest bin, before going back into the kitchen.

"Ready to go?"

Keaton stands up, grabbing his keys. "Yep."

"You're taking her to school, why?"

"We're hanging out after, so it will make the trips easier."

Tinsley shoots daggers at me, making me roll my eyes.

"Let's go."

I make my way to his car, strapping myself into the seat. My head was feeling slightly light, causing me to place my head on the window.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"I have a question to ask you."

"Mhm."

"There's this Gala party that I have to attend on Saturday. I was wondering if you wanted to be my date?"

"Date?"

"The ones where I pick you up and all that romantic stuff."

"Just us?"

"Well, I assume the whole squad will be there but yeah, just us."

"Right."

Keaton chuckles, "You're so cryptic. What's your answer?"