How To Turn A Good Girl Bad

Okay so this is the third one :S not sure when the next update is and I never know when I'm going to update so don't get your hopes up for coninous updates as bad as that makes me sound I'm really bad at doing it :S

::How To Turn A Good Girl Bad::

Step Twenty-Five: You Get The Good Girl Into An Awkward Phone Conversation

[Dress really warm x]

I chewed my lips staring at the only instruction he had given me for tonight. I was trying to work out where he was taking me tonight, that I would have to dresser warmer for than a night in the amusement park.

“Hmmm.” Rebecca hummed as she read the text over my shoulder. I could see her smile growing. “He sent you an ‘x’, that’s so cute.” She said probably the least helpful thing she could.

I couldn’t stop the blush from rising to my cheeks, and pushed Rebecca away from me. Great help she was being. She just laughed, reaching out to pinch my cheeks.

“You’re adorable Hailey.” Rebecca cooed, making me glare at her, as I slapped her hands away.

“Bug off.” I told her, trying to fight the blush but failing miserably.

I looked once more at the text Blake had sent me; unable not to notice the small ‘x’ Rebecca had brought my attention to. I sighed audibly putting my phone away. I wasn’t going to be able to guess where he was taking me, I concluded.

I had just about under an hour until Blake was supposed to be meeting me, as that thought passed through my mind my insides livened up as sparks of excitement shot through me making my limbs twitch as I held in a happy dance.

It felt almost like I was going to burst with excitement. I wasn’t as nervous as I was for our first date, and when you took away all that it left me as a grinning fool.

“Hey girls.” Both Rebecca’s head and mine snapped up at the sound of our door opening and our dad calling out to us. He had the phone in his hand. “There’s someone called Abby on the phone, for a Clover?”

I recognised the nickname Blake had assigned me instantly, but the name Abby didn’t ring any bells. And I couldn’t think of any reasons why Blake would be calling my house phone and impersonating a woman. “Um that would be me.” I said lifting my hand up for the phone.

My dad looked down at me confused, before handing me the phone and muttering something about ‘teenagers these days’ and how we never used the names given to us at birth. I rolled my eyes at him and put the phone to my ear.

“Hello?” I asked confused.

“Is this Clover?” A voice I didn’t really recognise asked.

“Um I guess.” I said. “Most people call me Hailey though.”

“THAT’S RIGHT!” She roared triumphantly. “I’m sorry I’m bad with names, and my brother called you Clover today, and that’s what your contact was stored under on his phone.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “Blake has my number stored as ‘Clover’?” I asked, not knowing anyone else it could be that she was talking about.

“You call my brother by his last name?” The voice asked.

I blushed a little. “Force of habit.” I explained. Abby chuckled from the other side. Suddenly I realised I had met her before. “Hey you’re the girl who’s getting married, right?” What was her fiancé’s name again? “To Ryece or something…” I clicked my fingers trying to come up with a name.

“Rick.” Abby supplied.

“That’s it.” I said with a grin. “Not to be rude but why are you calling me?” I asked, having to push away Rebecca who was nosily trying to listen in.

“Then put her on speakerphone.” Rebecca whisper demanded, making me roll my eyes. I tried shaking my head but she wasn’t taking no as an answer.

“Actually I had a few questions for you.” Abby said seriously.

I was still battling Rebecca off with one arm, unsuccessfully I might add. “Questions?” I echoed.

That’s when Rebecca decided to get really difficult. “PUT HER ON SPEAKER PHONE! PUT HER ON SPEAKER PHONE! PUT HER ON SPEAKER PHONE!” Rebecca started screaming out. I had to slap a hand over her mouth to make her stay quiet.

“Is everything okay over there?” Abby asked sounding both confused and concerned.