I wake up the next morning with new-found confidence. And okay, maybe a bit of drool. Not everyone can wake up like Cinderella.
With a yawn, I unlock my phone and notice that I have yet another message from Mysterious Fucker.
When Mysterious Fucker doesn't respond once again, I close the message. Because this person hasn't done something to hurt or jeopardize me yet, I decide it'll be safe to except this relationship as something similar to Charlie and his angels.
Not that you're nearly as cool or bad-ass as those girls, my voice of reason points out.
I hop over to my closet. I don't really have any sexy clothes, but Mysterious fucker didn't ask for sexy. He asked for nice, so I end up picking a floral vintage dress and jean jacket to go with it.
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"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...