not gonna happen

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2 months later

Wooh i swear if nathan follows me home one more time in request for me to date him. i'll cut his balls off and give them to tiberious.

i heard my favorite song coming from my phone and i started to sing.

'booty me down,
take it to the ground
bring it back up
get it get it now
she a bad bitch
make it bounce bitch
i make it rain trick
this some stripper shit'

i was so in it i forgot to answer emmas call. oh well.

i went in my closet and grabbed, you guessed it, a tight dress and heels.

before you ask, of course i out do basic bitches.

i curled my hair with the wand and put on some red lipstick to match my red leather stillettoes and pale skin and since i'm wearing a black dress i threw on a black owl necklace

'booty me down'

yea you know the song blah blah blah i answered the phone

"what slut?" i hissed

"since this is good news i'm not gonna trip" she squealed

"continue..." i pressed

you know that feeling you get when someone starts a convo with
'can i ask you a question'
'good news'
'bad news'

or
'guess what?"

yah thats me right now

"i found my mate"

this bullshit? this hoe had me trippin over nothing

"seriously emma? dont fucking do that"

i heard her sigh, "carley you might not give two fucks but this is important to me. please"

i kicked and punched the air roughly behind me before containing my self

"okay fine, i'll help" i said

"yaaaay thanks so much bitch, i'll be there in 5"

i hung up and waited until 4 minutes to literally open the door.

See emma doesnt knock, she seriously broke off 5 doorknobs already.

"i'm hhhheeereeee" she ran in like a mad man

"i see" i said nonchalantly

"ready for your date aye?" she eyed my outfit

"what date?" i asked her

"with nathan, thats the plan. you said you'd help"

"yah, but how does this help you"

"his bestfriend is my mate"

"...ahhnd?"

"he doesnt know it yet"

my eyes widened and i held back a laugh

"Wait, are you...scared"

"WHAT? NO...OF COURSE NOT" she stuttered

mmmm

"Yah okay" i said sarcastically

"Puhleeeseee carley red"

where she got that nickname from i dunno.

"okay fine just let me get ready"

"whats wrong with what you're wearing?"

"emily.." i warn her

"fine..shoo shoo go get ready" she rolled her eyes

i went to my closet and guess what i'm wearing

no you fucking smartass im actually not wearing a dress

i grabbed my washed out boyfriend jeans and a black tank with black combat boots. i went into my bathroom and brushed most of my curls out and threw my hair in a pony tail. on my way out i grabbed my black leather jacket.

When i went down emma gasped

"carley?"

"nooo its adam sandler"

"definately you but...why are you dressed like.....this"

i grinned but didnt answer

"so we leaving or what?"

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