Stella Rose is a normal 17 year old girl. There's not much about her that isn't normal. She doesn't have a crazy popular girl coming at her. She doesn't have much of a cliche high school movie life. She's just Stella. Stella Rose. But maybe with a l...
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I bring my hand down from the door handle and back away like it's going to attack me.
Well the door might not, but what's inside probably will.
Oh suck it up you big baby.
I swing open the door and step in confidently because that's who I am. Very confident. Not.
"Sean!" I shout out as I stand into the family room where the front door leads into.
"Jesus, Stella, not so loud next time" Sean comes out of hiding and joins me in the family room.
"Oh, sorry" I apologize even though I am not apologetic.
"Where's Christopher?" I ask him and he scratches his head.
"Ugh, in his room" he points upstairs and I nod about to go, but Sean stops me.
"What?"
"He might be a little mad at you" mad at me? Why? Stupid head.
"I don't care" I shrug it off and walk up the stairs. "Alright then" Sean says from the family room, but I ignore him and walk into Christopher's bedroom without knocking. Should I have knocked? Yes. Oh well.
He is on his bed tapping on his phone not noticing me.
I pull out my phone to his number and text him.
Hey, stupid. look over
I send and his phone pings as he reads it. His eyebrows furrow and turns his head. He nearly jumps out of bed once he see's me.
"God, Stella" He says sounding angered. Oh whatever. I just simply wear a small smirk.
"What are you doing here?" He asks once he calms down.
"I'm here to talk to you" like duh, dummy.
"So talk?" Stupid.
"Can we talk about yesterday?" I ask and spin on my heel. Ugh, I'm so awkward. Christopher rises from his bed.
"Oh, you want to talk about how you made out with me for a fucking prank? Oh yeah, it was fucking hilarious" shit. How the hell did he find out? And that sarcasm is not needed.
"Or do you want to talk about you making out with my best friend" double shit. Of course. It's not just girls who tell their best friends about their love life. Oh hell.
"Uh.." Well, how should I start this?
"I was drunk when I made out with Carter" I say, well, it's not a lie.
"Yeah, were you drunk when you were with me? Because that isn't something you'd do, why did you anyways?" Hurt washes through his features but it disappears and is turned into a glare.
"Sorry" I sigh and look down.
"Alright, you can leave now" he opens the door for me to leave and I look at him.
