The Bad Boy Calls Me Princess

Twenty ••• Butt Tattoo

Saturday March 5th
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Grace's Pov
"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping. Got a real good feeling something bad about to happ-"

"Hello?" I answered on the phone sleepily.

"Good morning  Princess. Make sure your stuff for the weekend is packed and wear something comfortable." Dylan said. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time.

Six-forty three a.m.

"Dylan. I'm not going. And you aren't even leaving until nine." I mumbled.

"So?" He asked.

"You're calling me almost three hours early." I groaned.

"Because I know you aren't packed since you think you aren't going into the city with me, Gav, and Becca. You're wrong. Now get off your lazy ass and pack." He said.

"My Dad is pretty set on me not going." I said.

"I'll handle that. Just get up, put something comfy on, and pack for fucks sake." He demanded.

"Can't I at least sleep in until seven? Maybe seven thirty?" I asked.

"No."

Darn it.

"You're so mean." I grumbled into the phone.

"And you're so lazy. Get up woman!" He yelled into the phone making me drop it onto the pillow.

"Fine. I'm getting up. Butt-wad." I said.

"Who's being mean now?" Dylan asked. I glared at the phone even though he can't see me.

"Meh meh meh meh." I mocked and hung up.

You can't just wake up a sleeping teenage girl this early on the weekend and not expect retaliation. It's common sense!

I slid out of bed and turned on the light because ITS STILL FREAKING DARK OUT! The light burns my eyes! My precious corneas!

Damn you Dylan Grayson.

Since I sleep in either underwear or shorts I gotta change into frigging sweatpants. Which I'm okay with. I love sweatpants. Sweatpants are there for me whenever Gabi and Carter aren't. Sweatpants are my best friend.

BUT IT IS TOO EARLY TO BE CHANGING ANYTHING EXCEPT BRAD PITT'S CLOTHES!

Seriously. My dream was getting good! Then Dylan had to call!

I changed into gray sweatpants from Victoria's Secret PINK brand.

Yeah. I deserve to be specific. Their sweatpants are expensive and these are the only pair I have from there. So fight me.

I put on a white cropped tank top and a black cardigan overtop. Then I slipped on my Uggs after throwing my hair into a bun.

Make-up is for people who wake up at a proper fudging hour.

I grabbed my school backpack and dumped everything on my bed. I then packed for the weekend. Including my makeup bag, toothbrush, phone charger, and hair care products.

Which really means a brush, comb, and flat iron for if I wanna be fancy.

I took the backpack downstairs with my phone in my hand and I put it on the floor by the front door. I then flopped onto the couch and soon enough drifted back to sleep.

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"Grace. Grace, wake up." I heard my sister Veronica saying. I ignored it.