| Next Day |
Its now 4:20 P.M. and I'm still sitting on the couch not dress. I went upstairs to my room to see if I had anything to wear to an event I don't know.
I took a quick shower and searched through my closet and dressers just to find an outfit not to dressy. I came up with a olive green dress with my black high knee boots and my tan scarf because it's cold outside.
I made sure my curls were nice and curly. I wore some lip gloss.
Before I knew it I had a text from dumbass telling me to come out.
I hurried up and put my clothes on and grabbed my small tan hand purse and black coat. While heading downstairs I text my mom to tell her I'm going out.
I opened the door to Isaiahs car just to be tortured at.
"Took you long enough." He said as he drove off.
I smacked my lips while asking where we were going.
"Somewhere." He said as he kept driving.
"I know that you idiot. I mean where you ass?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Well where ever it is just know I have to be back by eleven or my ass is grass."
"No worries I'll have you back by your bedtime." he said while laughing.
"Oh you got jokes. I can go to bed anytime I want. My mom doesn't like for me to be out late."
After what felt like an hour he pulled up to a house that was triple times bigger than my house size.
"You can close your mouth. Unless you want something in it." Dumbass said as he parked the car.
I didn't even know my mouth was even open.
"Oh my gosh this is where you live?" I asked looking up at the house.
"In this dump? Nah." he said being sarcastic while getting out the car.
"Oh."
Then he just looked at me and paused.
"What?"
"Are you going to get out or stay in the car?"
"Oh. I didn't know I was going in." I said getting out the car now.
He shook his head and waited for me to get close enough before opening the door.
There was a lot of cars parked all around the entrance. Was there a party going on in here?
We walked up to the front porch and walked into the house. Damn this house looks even better on the inside that the out.
As soon as took my coat off. I heard Isaiah whisper something flirty while making me chuckle.
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