Sexy, Stylish, and Fake...? The Story of Autumn Dean. {Chapter Three}

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Recap: "Pervert!" I shouted jokingly at him 

               "I know" 

                 Boys... 

                                                       

I pushed him back onto the bed, and I slapped him lightly

"Revenge!" I shouted, looking pleased with myself.

"Damn, A' that hurt!" Jas' exclaimed

Served him right.

"I need to get changed" I said to him 

Jason grabbed my clothes and held them up high, so I couldn't reach them. Fuck. 

"Gimme them baaack!" I whined at him

"No!" J' cried back, jumping so it was even further out of my reach

I decided to use my "girlish charms" to get him to hand it over. Of course, I was still in my "slut" clothes, so I walked up to him, and leaned on his chest pushing my breasts closer to his chest.

"Please Jasy" I said, biting my lip.

My hand travelled down his chest to his pants, to be exact, right where his dick lies. Bingo. I traced my finger along it's  outline, he was getting hard. 

"For me?" I continued, still tracing his dick with my fingers.

3. 

2. 

1. 

"S-s-s-sure" J' stuttered, and handed me my clothes

"Thanks" I replied.

Inside the bathroom I took off the clothes, and I put them all in a bag, ready for Monday. I then put my normal clothes back on, and stepped back through to J's room. 

"I'm baaaaack!" I said, singing the "baaaaack" part. 

"Welcome baaaaaaack!" J' retorted, imitating me 

"Ha ha, so funny(!)" 

I chucked a pillow at his head, and he cried out.

"Baby!"

"Yes, I'm a baby, but you know you love it" J' winked, curse his flirtatious-ness. 

"Well, I'm stuck with you now" now it was my turn to wink, so I did. 

And hide yo' husband 'cause he's rapin'' e'rybody out-  the infamous song stopped, as I picked up my phone. 

The caller ID was unkown. 

"Hello?" I said into the phone

"Hello, Dean" Lauren's voice said

"What do you want? I'm busy." I lied

"With who?" She demanded, God, she was annoying. 

"Someone." With that I hung up on her, feeling pretty good about myself.

"Jas',can I go on Facebook, on your laptop?" I asked him, with puppy dog eyes

"Sure..whutever" J' gave a lazy wave at the last part, he didn't seem to care. 

I logged into my Facebook, and all over my wall was "Whore", "Bitch, "Slut". 

"That motherfucking.." 

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