When Bree moves to a new school, the last thing she expects is to bump into an old friend. But her friend has changed, into a cold, badass player who pushes her buttons in all the wrong ways.
Will she keep her distance and move on, or will she fall...
I groan, looking at my bare wardrobe. All the clothes I own are dumped and scattered around my bed and room. "I have nothing to bloody wear!" I say out of frustration and Bryan yells,
"shut up. I'm doing homework and I don't need a maniac screaming the fucking house down!"
"You would never do homework, jackass. you ain't fooling no one."
"Oh just shut up." "Fine." I huff, looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a black striped romper with a different pair of vans and a teddy jacket. It's gonna have to work, whether the romper and shoes match or not. I quickly grab a pair of sunglasses, and walk down the stairs as fast as I can manage.
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"Where are you going Bree?" Bryan comes out of the lounge room as I pack a small handbag.
"A date." I smile.
"With?" "Hunter." He sighs, "fine." "I never asked for permission." I reply with a smirk.
"Alright then, I honestly can't be bothered to argue." He yawns and walks up to his room, probably to sleep. I swear he doesn't sleep a blink during the night.
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Hunter's POV-
Shit shit shit. I haven't been on a date in so fucking long.
What the hell am I thinking? She's gonna hate it. What if she leaves? suck it up and get your shit together.
I grab a pair of jeans out of my wardrobe before chucking them on with a white t-shirt and vans. Simple but-what the fuck, who cares.
"Hunty!" Amber pulls me from my thoughts as she strides through the bedroom door. "Mm?"
"Mama said you're going somewhere!" "Yep." I say, grabbing my phone and a blindfold.
"What's that for?" Amber points to the blindfold.
"It's to surprise Bree." "I like Bwee. She's pretty." "I know aye?" I smile and then say bye to Amber and mum, who's downstairs.
"Be a gentleman." Mum reminds me. "Yeah yeah." I say before giving leaving the house. All this effort better be worth it.
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I knock on the front door, hastley wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans. Bree opens the door almost immediately, walking straight into my arms. I embrace her tightly, glad that she's not acting super awkward.
"Hey asshole." She smiles, her cheeks flushed. "Hey clumsy," fuck, what do i say.
"Aw your nervous." Bree teases me.
"I'm not." I pout.
"You so are." She smiles cheekily. "You just don't want to admit it. Your reputation can't be ruined aye?"
