Forever A Player
Chapter
8//Christina's POV
"What do you mean?" Irene
questioned, examining the dress I had lay out on her bed. And
where the hell is the rest of this dress?!" She threw it
down and demanded me to tell her what was going on.
I quickly explained to her what just happened and how I was going
to prove to my sister that Trent loved me, not her.
"Christina, you're letting this whole thing go to your
head! You started talking today, he can't love you
already!" I wave of anger came over me.
"What do you know?! I've loved him since the 6th f*cking
grade. He could've started loving me whenever the hell he
wanted too and never said anything like me!" I screamed at
her.
She put her hands up and backed away slowly. "Okay, okay.
Sorry for saying that." I let it go, knowing she meant it,
and slipped on my dress.
"Do my make up for me?" I begged, not knowing how to do
this stuff at all. Irene wore make up, unlike me.
"Sit," She ordered, pointing to her spinney chair. I
quickly sat and she began to apply the make up. Before I knew it
she was done, and I looked like a whole other person. I looked...
Pretty.
I thanked her and let my hair down in it's normal curled self
and hopped into my pumps. I grabbed my phone and Irene's hand
and flew out the door.
We took her car and I gave her the instructions.
"Now remember, if anyone asks, I stayed at your house all
night and we watched movies and ate. Okay?" She nodded, eyes
focused on the dark road ahead. "And stay by your phone.
I'll call you if I need anything. Got it?" She nodded
her head again.
"Got it. And we're here!" She pulled infront of a
huge house with flashing lights and music blaring. I heard a
crash and a few screams and had no clue what I was in for.
I jumped out of the car and into the house. I immediately spotted
Trent over by the drinks.
"Oh my gosh. Trent? What are you doing here?!" I said
in a surprised voice.
"I think the question is, what are you doing here?" He
checked me out, offering a drink.
"What is it?" I said, remembering my sister's
incident last time. "Punch." He sneered. I got an
uneasy feeling, but decided to trust him anyway. I mean, why
would he lie to me?
I quickly drank the liquid, letting it drip down my throat.
"Another?" He asked. I accepted, drinking it a little
slower this time.
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I woke up on Irene's bed, with my phone going off. I looked
at the ID and noticed it was my sister. Still too tired to
answer, I hit the quiet button and rolled over on my side. A few
minutes later my phone went off again. I had a new multimedia
message. I clicked it open, it was from my sister.
My mouth dropped and I was speechless as the video
played.
This
was going to ruin my life; forever.
So I know I haven't
written in like what, forever?! Yeah well I've been soooo
sick to the point where I can't get out of bed. /: tomorrow
might be my last day of writing until Monday. I'M REALLYYYYY
SORRRRRRRYYYYYYY!
Comment on this quote if you want a reminder.
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nopatience · 1 decade ago
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Ok ok ok so ik i havent been on in foreeever qnd im soos os os sorry about thqt cuz i always comment and leave little happy notes and IM SORRY ITS LATE but i honestly nd truely loooove this story i can see it go ing somewhere but knowing your different writing style (cuz ive been withyou form the beginning even tho i nvr faved anything cu i though i was a creeper) but ths will go somehwere and it will br amazing! Keep me posted and please feel better we need ypu here at witty <3