Chapter Twenty Three

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(A/N: Chapters 19-22 will be posted now and then 22-Epilogue a week later and then a week after that the Sequel will be posted.)

It has been weeks since the incident. Heather still hung out with us, but she has been very cold. Oliver had even hailed us and played fake with us. Tisha and I just decided to be fake and play the game like them.

Heather has claimed that she was over Tisha, yet she always had negative stuff to say about their relationship. Tisha was always with Dave and I mean always. They were basically inseparable. Word had spread that they were together and all the girls began to hate on Tisha. But, Tisha didn't care because she knew he only had eyes on her.

Beck and I on the other hand, still weren't together. We'd hang out and go on dates. But, it was still in a friend zone. Tonight, I was going to have dinner with him and his family. I was unbelievably scared and Tisha wasn't making it any better. She claimed that his mother was racist.

Even though I have met them before, they were sweet. Maybe it's because my parents were there. Either way I was still scared and didn't want to actually have dinner with them. I don't even know why I was having dinner with them, since we weren't together.

"Hey, girl." Tisha said, waving her hand.

"Hey, stranger. Where's Dave?" I asked, opening my car door to get out.

"He's sick." She frowned. "I'm going to see him after I change, to help him."

"Wait, help me find something to wear for tonight, I'm really nervous." I pouted and she grabbed my hand and led me in the house. My mom sat in the living room, watching real housewives of Atlanta.

"Hey, mom." I greeted her. "Hey, baby. What do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Uh, I'm actually going to dinner with Beck and his parents."

"Oh, have fun. But, you definitely need to have dinner with us tomorrow." I nodded and went over to kiss her cheek.

"Love you, mom." She smiled. "Love you too honey, have fun."

I headed up the stairs and to my room, where Tisha was tearing apart my closet. She had laid out on the bed this yellow and white polka dot dress. A white cardigan was placed on the side with my tan wedge heels.

"Okay, cute." I rubbed my chin and she smirked. "But, how should I do my hair and makeup?"

"Do a ponytail, but curl the ends. Slay them edges and just do a natural makeup beat."

"Okay, thanks." She hugged me and went out the room. I had then proceeded to go to my bathroom and let the water run. I took out some underwear and began to get ready.

About almost two hours later, I was ready. I sat down on my bed, waiting for Beck to come pick me up. I was an hour early and was pretty bored. I had decided to watch some shows that I hadn't watched yet. I caught up with Empire and also caught up with Scream Queens.

"Milan!" My mom screamed out for me. "Beck is here for you!"

I hopped out of my bed, making sure I didn't fall. I grabbed my purse and headed down the stairs. I made sure to spray myself with some perfume before I left.

"Have fun baby." She gave me a slight hug before walking back to the couch.

"Thanks, mom." I grinned and looked at an agape Beck.

"You look gorgeous." He complimented and I smiled. I looked at how clean and neat he looked. He looked really nice and had gelled his hair back.

"You look good as well." I shyly smiled. He gave me his hand and we headed to his car. He opened the door for me and I slid in. I thanked him and he got inside of the car.

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