Just For Tonight

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Chapter 3

"Thanks Bill," I thank my driver as he hands me my stuff I needed for the project

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"Thanks Bill," I thank my driver as he hands me my stuff I needed for the project.

I ran up the stairs after closing the door and placed the stuff on my desk.

It was currently 4:30 so I still had time to finish up on homework and then get ready and go to Devon's house.

I connected to my speaker before playing some songs and getting to my homework.

After 30 minutes of studying I felt my eyes getting heavy it wouldn't be so bad If I just rest my eyes, no.

No I can't because I know I won't wake up.

I get up from my desk go to my closet and pick out an outfit.

It was a light pink sweatpants and a white crop top.

I take a quick shower and let my hair loose drying it with a towel before brushing it back and clipping it up I style my baby hairs and put on some lipgloss and lotion.

I grab my stuff for the project and I jog downstairs.

"Milani," My father calls out to me I roll my eyes before taking a few steps back and peeping into his open study.

"Yes father," I put on a fake smile for him.

"Where are you headed at this time?" He asks.

"I have a project to work on," I dangle the bag of items in my hand. "Alright be back before 9:30," he says.

"Dad this is going to take longer than tha-," I scoff but I'm cut off.

"I said 9:30, is that clear?" he raises a brow.

"Yes sir," I answer and turn around to leave.

"And put a jacket on I don't want you getting sick and not being able to go to school."

I roll my eyes and leave the house.

I couldn't make Bill drive me because I know he would tell my father.

So I had to make a call.

A call that I now regret making because as soon as I step out of the house the music I hear almost makes my ear bleed.

"Drea!" I yell as I walk down the stairs and to the car that is currently parked next to my fountain.

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