PurpleGlowieGlitter

PurpleGlowieGlitter

PurpleGlowieGlitter

PurpleGlowieGlitter

PurpleGlowieGlitter

Sneak peek from chapter 17 of my book When Good Girls Drink!!
          
          "I don't have a crush on her-" I paused. "Umm, well not anymore."
          
          "Explain."
          
          "When we met, I felt this instant attraction to her but now, I like her for sure and I think she's smart, fun and very attractive but the emotion isn't on the crush level anymore."
          
          "Is there another reason then why you're trying to impress her then?"
          
          "I'm not trying to impress her, I'm just trying to do something nice for a friend. It should have been a surprise but you just had to go and ruin it."
          
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PurpleGlowieGlitter

“So you mean to tell me that you slept over at this guy's house, came home in his clothes, let him into your bedroom where he gifted you a butterfly necklace which I'm guessing is the one you're wearing right now and there's nothing to tell?”
          
          I shut the dishwasher, turned it on and faced my cousin. “I thought you said you knew nothing?”
          
          “Come on, Sisi,” Jay urged. “Tell me and I won't throw this apple in your face.”
          
          “Wow,” I said with no emotion in my tone. “I am feeling so much compassion towards you that I'll rob a bank for you and not look back?”
          
          “But you have to look back,” Jay said,“what if the cops are right behind you.”
          
          “I’ll beat up an old lady for you then.”
          
          “That's just mean.”
          
          “Robbing a bank is illegal.”
          
          “No one is asking you to rob a bank and beat up an old lady.”
          
          “It’s not just any old lady.”
          
          “Is it the creepy one that stares at you through her window when you're walking down the street?”
          
          “Jay, that's a man and he's not that old.”
          
          “Really? Mr Davidson didn't peg me as ‘creepy window guy’.”
          
          I stared at Jay, a smile tugging at my lips. “What?”
          
          “What?” he questioned before his mouth tweaked and he burst into uncontrollable laughter and I joined in.
          
          “But Mr Davidson doesn’t actually stare at you through his window, right?”
          
          I shook my head. “It was just this Skeleton they put up during Halloween. I thought it was him for a second. It gave me the creeps.”
          
          “And you said it wasnt old.”
          
          
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