When I finish, Parker says, “Your parents sure have a reason why they want you to move out.”
“I hope so,” I murmur.
“Who’s Andre?” He asks curiously.
“Drake’s best friend,” I say automatically.
He nods thoughtfully, and glances uneasily behind him.
My eyes furrows as I look over his shoulder but I don’t see anything interesting.
“He’s the son of the other car,” I whisper softly.
Parker chokes the cake he’s eating. I give him water and help him drink it. “Really?” He asks after coughing.
“Yes,” I say, slurping my milkshake.
He cocks his head to the side, and is silent for a moment.
“Andre just told me last night,” I admit quietly.
“Your parents didn’t tell you,” he observes.
“My parents don’t know that I know now.”
“Are going to tell them?” He asks quietly.
“I’m not planning to,” I murmur. I don’t know why we’re talking in hush voices, but I like it.
Parker gets something from his satchel. “This is for you,” he says, handing me a paper bag.
“Me?” I ask, pointing to myself.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I mean the person beside you,” he says sarcastically.
“Same old Parker,” I mutter.
The corner of his mouth twitches upward.
“What is this?” I ask, getting the bag from his hand. It’s not heavy.
“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself?” He asks amusedly. And then he glances behind him.
“What?” I ask. What is he looking behind him?
“Nothing,” he says slyly. “Just open it.”
Rolling my eyes, I pull the ribbon off the bag. Opening it, I find a lot of confetti’s inside. “What’s this?” I ask dryly.
“Why don’t you get the thing inside it?” He says, using the tone I used.
Heaving a sigh, I get the thing from the paper bag.
A gasp escapes from my lips as I look at the dress in front of me. I glance at Parker to see him smiling broadly, his eyes glittering in delight.
“Do you like it?” He asks excitedly.
“No,” I murmur, staring at the dress.
His smile falters and he looks a bit hurt.
“Parker,” I whisper. “Where did you get this dress?” It’s sleeveless. The upper part is gray, and the skirt is white. In the middle of the bodice is a zipper, I’m glad it’s just a design, and cannot be open. When I wear it, it will fall a few inches above my knees.
“You don’t like it,” he states, looking away.
“Are you insane?” I ask, laughing now. “Of course I don’t like it. I love it!”
He grins, showing his perfect white teeth. ‘I’m glad you do,” he says, “because that’s my birthday gift for you.”
“Birthday gift?” I repeat.
“Yes,” he says, looking at me oddly. “Your birthday is next week.”
“What?” I ask incredulously.
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The Bet (Just The Way You Are)
RomanceWhen Drake Swift lost in a bet, his best friend wanted him to court a girl in a month and ask her to be his girlfriend. After she said, "Yes", he will tell her that he doesn't love her and all that happened between them was a game. But what if Sophi...
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