***HELLA CLICHÉ FREAKING ALERT***
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"Kiss Ella." Jake grins.
"Excuse me?!" Seriously?! There are other girls in this room, you know.Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. Great, just great.
Damien starts walking towards me pushing away the girl he was in a make...
It's been 3 months since i've spoken with Damien. 3 months avoiding him. 3 months of feeling extremely guilty. But I just couldn't face him. Even adter three months it feels like I still can't trust him. For the first month he tried talkimg to me, but my so called 'avoiding people skills' made him give up.
It's spring now and my birthday is coming up. It's on spring break which is next week.
Honestly I can't wait for spring break to come so I can lock myself in my room for a whole week with food and girls stuff.
"Ella?" Breanne waves her hand in front of my face.
I snap back into reality.
"Oh uh what?" I say.
"Spring break? Beach house? Ashton? Ringing any bells?" She says but I have no idea what this mentally ill woman is talking about.
"Huh?"
"Ashton didn't tell you?" I shake my head. "Next week we are gonna go to your beach house in Florida for your birthday since your mum will be at France for work." Not surprised.
"Really!?"
"Yup and we all will be coming too!" She says excitedly.
"I can't wait!!" I haven't been to that beach house for so long! The last we all went was when my dad and my friends' family had business so they brought us there and that is how our friendship was formed.
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One week later and her I am surrounded by my clothes. In case your wondering, yes I am packing last minute. I'm also looking for something to wear. So technically, I'm multitasking.
After what seemed like ages, I finally had everything I needed and a decent outfit. I tied my hair up into a messy bun and I was ready to go.
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After that I brought my suitcases downstairs. I had two. One was my clothes and stuff. The other was a bit smaller but it contained girl stuff like flat iron, curling iron, hair dryer, towels, accessories, etc.
"ASHTON!!!! IF YOU WANT TO PROVE TO BE A MAN HELP ME CARRY MY STUFF DOWN!!!" I yelled from my room.
I brought out my suitcases with ease so that Ash wouldn't see stuff he isn't supposed to. My suitcase isn't that heavy. I was just too lazy to do stuff.
"COMING!!!" He yells back. He carries my suitcases down and honestly he looked like he just ran 2 miles.
"What do you carry woman?" He says out of breath. Boxer my ass. Yeah he's a boxer.
"You wouldn't understand. It's kinda like a girl's thing." I say and walk off carrying my stuff without breaking a sweat. (no offense to guys who bring a lot of stuff too.)
