Immaculate (Book 3)

Old Faces, Same Cases

A/N: Hello there my lovelies! Here it is, the third installment in the Perfect Series. I feel bad about ending Flawless so abruptly, but I decided to make it up to you by bringing back a character that everyone loved a lot more than I had anticipated. This chapter started off pretty normal...but then my hand slipped at the end? ....WELCOME BACK

Chapter 1

"Should we get short glasses or tall glasses?" I inquired as I held up the two options.

"Does it matter?" Scott inquired, seeming quite bored.

"Of course it matters. With a tall glass, you can consume more liquids without having to get up and refill your drink more often," I explained.

"Then get tall glasses," Scott offered.

"But if we use it for alcohol, we'll be able to control our alcohol intake by using shorter glasses," I pointed out diligently.

He rolled his eyes before grabbing a short glass and a tall glass before putting them both in the cart, "Happy?"

"What a great compromise," I commented before grabbing 5 more of each size. "Ok, now that glasses are out of the way, we need silverware," I pointed out after glancing at my checklist.

Scott groaned. "Can we finish this tomorrow?" He whined.

"We've only been shopping since 2," I reminded him.

"It's almost 7," he stated blatantly.

"These are essentials to living in a new place. We move into the new place in less than a week, and we still have a lot of things to buy," I pointed out.

It had been a little over 5 months since we moved into Scott's house together, and now we'd finally gotten an apartment.

Mom and Dad moved back home to Texas as well, so we were officially on our own.

We were shopping for some new things for the apartment, but somebody had been whining for the last hour.

"Neither of us have class tomorrow; we can go shopping tomorrow," Scott suggested impatiently.

"No. I already told you. Wes is coming over and spending the weekend with us," I reminded him before looking at silverware.

"Woah woah woah, you never told me that," he protested.

I traveled back into my memory. He was right, I had forgotten to mention it. "Oh, well...Wes is coming over and spending the weekend with us," I stated simply.

"Why?" Scott inquired.

"His sister lives in LA now, but she lives with a bunch of girls. He's straight, so that's apparently uncomfortable for him. So, I offered up our place," I explained, "Should we get one set or two?" I inquired as I held up a box of silverware.

"Ok, babe listen...inviting people to stay with us is usually something we should discuss in advance," he informed me slowly.

"I thought you liked Wes," I replied, arching an eyebrow at him.

"I do, but next time you invite someone over for the weekend can you at least bring it up with me first?" He inquired.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "So I need your permission to invite friends over?" I challenged.

He sighed, "That's not what I meant. It would just be nice to know in advance, for in case I have plans or something," he explained.

"I don't see how it's a big deal. It's not like we have to babysit him," I pointed out.