Farah's POV :
I awoke to buzzes coming from my phone. I'd never had so many notifications. August texted me.. but no text from Trey.
*Lets Go To This Party Tonight.* sent twenty minutes ago.
I leaned over, grabbing it from the counter, and sitting up on my bed. My hair fell softly into my face, my defined curls hanging loose.
I slid open my phone, typing back to August.
*Ok. I Need The Info.* I texted him back.
I set my phone down back on the dresser, quickly checking the time, 10:27. I hopped out of bed, walking over to the closet mirror. I changed quickly into a different t shirt, and a longer pair of shorts. I exited my room quietly. The house was quiet.
"Ma?" I walked over to the staircase.
Still no answer.
"Clara where is mom?" I walked over to her bedroom door.
There was a note printed.
"Mom and dad are taking me out today for good behavior. You were sound asleep we didn't want to wake you." I peeled the note off the door.
I held it within my fingers as I went back inside my room to my phone. August replied four minutes ago.
*I'm Going To Come Get You. And No, I Am Not Asking For Your Permission Miss. I Will Be There At 6, Or Around Now If You're Free.*
*Actually, Now Is Great. I'll Have Time To Get Ready..* I replied to him.
My phone buzzed back almost instantly.
*I Am Going To Get Ready Too, Then I Will Be There.*
*okay.* I replied.
I set my phone down again, walking over to my dresser. I pulled out my light jeans that complimented my lower body, and a bold red shirt that came with a green sweater. I rushed to the bathroom applying perfumes and makeup to my body. I put moose the product in my hair. I felt beautiful for once, and for a split moment I felt happiness.
The doorbell rang, causing me to jump. I flipped the bathroom light off, walking into my room and quickly grabbing socks and my phone. I rushed down the stairs, slowing my pace as I reached the door. August smiled, looking me up and down.
"What?" I laughed, biting my lip.
"You're life." He tilted his head.
"You look lovely too, come in." I opened the door.
"Your house is very open." He glanced to the white walls.
"I know." I slightly giggled. "So what's the plan?" I squeezed my hands together.
"The party starts at 6. I was thinking about taking you somewhere first. Of your choice." He added.
"I'm kind of starving." I bit my lip.
"Don't bite your lip it's tempting." He shook his head. "I know the perfect place. I'll make a reservation." He pulled his phone out.
"Are we going to your car?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He walked back, holding the door open for me.
Hey guys! So this was like a fill in chapter.. I'm going to most likely put a new chapter up today!
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For The Love Of Trey Songz
RomanceFarah was a college, Hispanic girl who wanted nothing more than to be successful, and love someone as much as they loved her.. But Trey Songz doesn't do love, not until he meets Farah. Love, passion, pain, and desire are the four things that keep...
