Devils and Angels (GG Reboot)

Chapter 45

Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream afterschool today???

We gotta celebrate the first day of Senior Year, right?

- Declan

I grin down at my phone as I read his text.

Ice cream sounds so good right now...but it's also fashion week and I should really stay away from any unnecessary calories.

Westin and I will be gracing the runway once again this year.

Thankfully we will only be walking in two shows this year, mom's and Aunt Blair's, so that allows us to attend a few shows this year instead of one.

Getting back to Declan's offer though, this man truly gets me.

He knows that our joint friend group would most likely be ringing in the new school year at Dumbo which ordinarily I wouldn't mind but I've been doing so well post therapy with not using alcohol as a coping mechanism that I'm kinda of terrified to be in a big bar setting like that again.

I mean I know I can handle it...I just want to avoid it...for right now at least.

"What's got you grinning on your phone?" Westin voices from behind me, causing me to jump a little in startlement.

"Better not be a dick pic! It's seven am for crying out loud!" I hear Whitney exclaim from down the hall.

"Oooou Declan, wait y'all are going for ice cream? Where's my invite?" Westin whines from beside me as he snatches my phone from my hand.

"What the hell?!" I shout, trying to get my phone back but he raises it high in the arm, making it hard for me to reach for it.

"Maybe you didn't get an invite because it's adate, no?" Whitney questions, coming up to pat Westin on the shoulder, reading the text as well.

"Hmm, yep definitely a date." She confirms after reading it.

"Well, I hate to break it to you all but it's not a date. Just two friends getting ice cream..well actually no, I need to text him back" I pause to look at them expectantly.

"That I can't do ice cream after school." I continue.

"And why not?" Whitney asks.

"Umm maybe because fashion week is this week. No unnecessary calories." I shrug, she should know this.

"Fuck that shit." She scuffs.

"If you want ice cream, fucking eat ice cream." She scolds me.

"Well, I want ice cream..so I'm gonna text him back." Westin announces, starting to type on my phone.

"Dearest Declan..." he teases.

"Westin!" I raise my voice, trying to get my phone back but he cackles widely, raising it higher in the air for me.

Whitney smirks at this instead of helping me out.

I jump up trying to reach it but he quickly moves the phone down behind his back and takes off running down the stairs.

"Westin!!" I shriek.

He laughs loudly as he goes down the stairs, while I hear Whitney start to go live behind us.

"Welcome to a normal morning in the Bass household."

When I make it downstairs Westin runs behind the couch in the living room blocking me from being able to get to him.

"Give me my phone back." I breathe.

"No, I think I'm good." He grins.

"Westin, please!" I take the begging route.