hired girlfriend ✽ mario selman [DISCONTINUED]

chapter 12 ✽front porch camping

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Mario's POV

since Beth is refusing to let me explain what happened that night of the party, I decided I'm going to sit outside her house until she does: I was willing to stay out here for as long as I needed to. I was currently sat down on her front porch, with a blanket and even a backpack full of food. I pulled out my phone and texted her:

me: I'm on your front porch and I'm not gonna leave until you let me explain

me: I'll stay out here all night if I need to

Berh pulled one of the upstairs windows open and peered down at me, her eyes widening when she saw that I was in fact there. she glared down at me. "what the hell are you doing?"

I chuckled. "camping outside your house until you let me explain what happened at the party. I even brought a tent."

"but my parents are coming home later today!" she exclaimed, panic evident in her features. "you can't stay here!"

I grinned triumphantly. "then you should let me in before they do."

"don't you need to go home?" she asked, ignoring my comment.

I shrugged. "I told my mum I was staying at Weston's." Weston knows about Loren (but not about Beth and I fake dating, of course), so he helped me come up with a plan to get Beth to forgive me.

"Weston helped you with this?"

"mmh."

"you can stay out there as long as you want, I'm not letting you in." she huffed, slamming the window shut, then pulling the curtain across the window.

I checked the groupchat, which Beth had sent a message to:

babygirl: gee thanks weston

hunter: what'd he do

babygirl: he helped mario camp outside my house

zach: so I'm guessing you're mad at mario for something

me: yeah, I'm sat on her front porch rn and I'm not going home until she lets me explain

me: I'm out here having a conversation with her cat, life is good

I took a selfie with the cat and sent it to the groupchat.

me: *photo*

me: it's lit

babygirl: thing is, I don't have a cat

babygirl: that's probably the neighbours

me: fuck, it scratched me

Beth opened the window and chucked a first aid kit at me. "there's plasters in there."

### three hours later