16. I can't believe it! You naughty girl!

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There won’t be author note at the end so you better read this out, my dear peaches. Especial long chapter, why special? You’ll see.

Enjoy the trailer at the side (or up there if you’re in the Wattpad app) It was made by Claudia. I really liked (Claudia when you read this, give your username so I can dedicate the chapter to you)

Love

Ariana

Chapter Sixteen

I wished I could stop time.

Really, if I had the option to choose a super power, that’d be my choice.

There are moments in life that are just so perfect, you wanted to be frozen there. You just wanted to stay there forever.  

I was wrapped in Evan’s arms, and I couldn’t think of any other place to be. I belonged there, nowhere else. His soft scent was comforting and it made me feel safe. He kissed my hair, and leaned back. I wanted to protest but I knew we had to pull away eventually.

“Let me pick up my things and I’ll drive you home,” he smiled at me, turning around. I watched his back as he gathered his stuff. I couldn’t believe we were back together. Last week had been hell for me without him.

I struggled not to giggle when he turned to me once again, bag in hand, giving me that breath-taking smile of his.

Of course, that was the perfect time for a knock on the door.

I looked behind me to see Mike waving his hand through the small rectangular glass on the door.

Evan’s smile vanished, and he spoke with an annoyed tone, “Don’t tell me he’s waiting for you.”

I gave him a guilty smile, “Kind of,”

“Was he going to give you a ride home?”

By this point, Mike was knocking on the glass, “Not really,” Evan cocked an eyebrow, waiting for elaboration, “We’re actually going to a club,” his face fell, “No, don’t get the wrong idea. We are all going, the three of us: Linda, he and I.”

“You’re underage,” Evan reminded me seriously.

“Yeah but his uncle owns the club so he can get us in,” I explained, getting my hands inside my jeans pockets.

Evan shook his head, “Open the door and tell him you’re not going. I’m taking you home.”

“But I already told him I would go,” I protested, “I don’t wanna let him down,”

“He’s been your friend for a week and you look mortified of letting him down,” he pointed out, staring at me, “Is there something I should know?”

“No, it’s not like that. He just needs a little help with Linda,” I explained in a rush, “He likes her but he doesn’t have the courage to tell her,”

“Jules,” Evan pronounced my name in the most serious tone I had ever heard from him, “Do you really want to do this now?” my mouth formed an “O”. I knew he referred to the fact we just got back together. Did I really want to ruin that for a guy I just met?  No, definitely not. It might sound selfish but I just got the man I loved back. I’m sorry but I’m not ruining it for Mike.

I let my hands drop to my sides, “You’re right.” I said, thinking of ways to tell Mike I was not going, “Give me a sec.” I turned on my feet and walked to the door. Mike was leaning against the door, he probably grew tired of knocking it. I grasped the doorknob.

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