Tips ✦ Wilkinson

☞T H R E E

Estelle Parker♕

Monday, 4:23pm:

I spin around, smiling weakly at Skate. "Who the fuck are you?" Ryder questions, stepping forward, Skate matches him.

"A guy who can fuck you up so I suggest you apologise and leave before I knock you out cold." He warns, his jaw and fists clench tightly.

Even though I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I still felt intimidated.

"Yo Skate! I got- oh hey baby girl." Sammy chuckles, I look past Nate and see him jogging towards us. He grins at Noah before noticing the stare down going between his best friend and a stranger.

"Not now Sam." I scold, hoisting Noah further up on my hip.

"Are you gonna' apologise soon or am I gonna' have to beat the shit outta' you to get it?" Skate asks Ryder, stepping another step forward, looking straight into his eyes.

"What's going on?" Sam asks, full of confusion.

Ryder turns to me, pure hatred and anger in his blue eyes before spitting his saliva to a spot beside my feet. He walks off, shaking his head.

"Asshole," Skate calls after him and then turns to me, covering his mouth when he takes a real notice to Noah. "Shit, I'm sorry." He apologises.

I shrug my shoulders, laughing a little. "I'm sure he's heard worse."

"Can somebody explain to me what just happened?" Sam asks, Skate begins pulling faces at Noah, making him laugh.

"Telly look!" He laughs, pointing at Nate, I laugh and kiss Noah's head.

"That jerk is this little guy's dad, biologically but not really, he's only seen him twice in total." I inform, hesitantly allowing Skate to pick Noah out of my arms and begin playing with him.

"What's his name?" Sam asks, a blank expression on his face.

"Noah." I smile, turning to Skate.

"So what are you guys doing?" I ask.

"We just met up with-"

"A few friends, we're going home now." Sam interrupts Skate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Well I'll see you guys tomorrow, bye." I skeptically smile and continue my walk to the park.

Who did they meet up with at the park? I will find out.

9:32pm:

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: It was a girl wasn't it?

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: What?

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: U and Skate met up with a girl at the park, that's why u stopped him from telling me. U didn't have to

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: Alright, ur kinda right.

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: Kinda?

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: We went there to meet a friend of ours but bumped into this girl I hooked up with a few weeks ago, she wanted to hook up again.

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: Oh.

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: What do u mean oh? We're not together, I don't have to justify myself to u.

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: Did I say we was? At this point u won't be getting any more tips.

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: Look, I'm sorry alright? Ur a great girl, I really am trying.

To Fuckboy🏃🏻: Goodnight Sam😴

From Fuckboy🏃🏻: Whatever.

I roll my eyes and switch on the TV, hoping a little bit of background noise will send me to sleep.

9:32am:

Math is nearly over, Mr Steed is cool so he lets us pack away a few minutes early, he has to be my favourite teacher throughout the whole school.

I look over at Grace, smiling when I see her smiling at her phone. Mr Steed is a really cool man.

"Grace!" I whisper quite loudly, hoping to catch her attention from two rows across. She remains looking at her phone screen like a love struck puppy, biting her lip and twirling her hair around her finger. "Grace." I loudly shout, gaining everybody's attention.

She looks up, startled, until she finally notices me. "What?" She asks, annoyed with my disruption.

I laugh, grabbing a hair tie off my wrist to pull my hair up into a messy pony tail, fed up of it getting in my way. "Are you sexting somebody?" I ask, raising my eyebrow at her.

She blushes. "What on earth are you talking about?" She asks, shoving her phone into her bag. The whole class stands as Mr Steed begins dismissing students, one by one.

"You've been grinning at your phone for the past few minutes, who's dick are you getting?" I laugh, she scolds me and slaps my arm on her way past.

"Can you not be so blunt?" She questions, a prominent blush on her cheeks.

"So you are sexting." I smirk, nudging her side.

"I'm doing no such thing," she frowns, following me out of the classroom just as the bell erupts for second class. "It's just...some guy." She shrugs, tucking her dark hair behind her ear.

"Whatever, well I have art with Fuckboy so I'll meet you at break." I smile, giving her a quick side hug before walking along to my art classroom.

Gilinsky smirks, lowering his eyes down my body as I approach my desk, which is inconveniently beside his. "Sup Stell." He chuckles, reaching over to pull my chair out for me.

"It's Estelle." I sweetly smiles, sitting down.

"What's your problem with nicknames?" He laughs, leaning back in his chair.

"What's your problem with full names?" I retort, resting my chin on my palm as we all wait for the teacher to arrive.

"Touché." He chuckles, shaking his head.

2:53pm:

"Hey." Sam grins, hooking his arm around my shoulder.

"What's up?" I ask, shrugging his limb off of me.

"Just coming to check if we're cool, I kinda' blew up last night and I'd like to be a big boy and apologise." He informs, following me out of the school building.

"It's fine Sam, you're free to fuck who you like," I shrug. "Like you said, you don't have to justify yourself to me."

He smirks, leaning down to whisper in my ear. "Right now, you're really tickling my taste buds."

I push him away, a grimace on my face. "Fuck off."

"No can do baby girl, I'm taking you for some ice cream." He grins, once again - hanging his arm around my shoulders.

"Who says?" I question, biting down a smile.

"Daddy." He whispers, winking at me.

"Can you stop with the Daddy? It's creepy." I shiver, scrunching my nose up in disgust.

"Sorry baby girl," he chuckles, rubbing my arm with his hand. "What flavour ice cream do you like?" He asks, stuffing his other hand in his pocket as we walk to the ice cream parlour.

"Cookies and cream."

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