Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Did that mean she didn’t have any friends, or did that mean she just wanted to hang out with me? I had no idea, no clue, but I was intrigued.
Me
Why don’t you just come over?
I see nothing, but dots pop up only to go away. Waiting is torture.
Finally.
Chloe
Give me your address?
Well, now she’d know, actually, no, Ambrose owed me. I went back to my phone and shot him a text.
Me
Dickface, you owe me, I’m telling her I’m poor, okay byeeee.
Ambrose
Who, who are you telling? What am I missing? Is this because I was naked and you got embarrassed? What the Hell is going on?
Me
She’s coming over, the girl, the one-night stand, the one I really like, don’t mess this up for me. You know people freak out over money.
Ambrose
So basically you’re my bitch. Yeah, sure, I like it, checks out.
Well, when he puts it that way.
I groan and then text him.
Me
Just don’t be a dick.
Ambrose
No promises, this should be fun.
Maybe this was a horrible idea, maybe the best idea I’ve ever had.
Chapter Ten
Chloe
I’m nervous as hell, like literally ready to vomit, why did I even invite myself over? He’s going to think I’m crazy, but after this morning, after seeing them together, I can’t do it, I really can’t.
Sophie and I got into another huge fight when she came home with her ice cream cone, she said he kissed her. I have no clue if she’s being serious, but Quinn, from what I know, has always been super handsy, at least after that first date we had at the movies.
I decide to wear something comfortable and go for sweats my sister would normally wear, in fact I stole them from her months ago when she thought they went missing I just never said anything because she’d ruined one of my favorite dresses that mom had gotten me and told me to deal with it.
So I don’t exactly feel that guilty.
When she got back and we stopped fighting, I told her happy birthday and she said not to wait up.
Never said it back.
Never even smiled at me.
And this is after she literally stole a guy right from underneath me by impersonating me.
I grab my purse, the keys to the Jeep and the rest of the food that I’d prepared along with the birthday cake I’d made myself. It was plain chocolate, and I had plans to just blow out my own candles and sit there on the couch miserable for hours on end until I buried my face in every last Suits episode I could find.
Once I set everything in the Jeep, I looked down at my screen, he’d texted me the directions to the Beach House, it wasn’t that far away but totally on the richer side of Seaside, right above the bluffs.
They had the best views on the coast and since he lived next to celebrities, I was assuming that his best friend was stupid rich, houses up there cost anywhere from five million to fifty.
After starting the Jeep, I made sure to set my phone down with the directions and followed the boardwalk all the way up the hill.
Turn left.
Right.
Straight.
As I kept driving, the houses kept getting bigger until they matched my eyes, just how much money did this guy have?
I pulled up to a three-story beach house with a car that probably cost more than a college education parked in front of it and internally hoped the friend wouldn’t be there so I wouldn’t have to be nervous in front of him.
Money made me nervous, and I was already having a shit day, I just wanted to see Quinn, wanted to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of anything, and wanted to blow out my candles with people around me.
I hadn’t seen Quinn in a day and already I was sad, and on top of that Sophie was being horrible on our birthday.
Mom hadn’t even called yet.
Dad sent a text of a candle.
Yeah, overjoyed.
I killed the engine, hopped out, grabbed my things, tried not to hyperventilate as I walked up the steps to the huge white house.
I didn’t even have to ring the doorbell though.
The door swung open and a girl with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes answered. “You must be Chloe?”
Why did she look so happy to see me, and why was she so pretty? She looked older than me and yet at the same time not, maybe there was just more wisdom there, but she seemed nice, even though I was always super wary of girls, probably why I didn’t have a ton of friends or maybe it’s just because my twin liked to spread a shit ton of lies to all my old friends making me isolated and untrusting of anyone and everyone.
“Yeah.” I didn’t have a hand to hold out to shake hers, but she didn’t seem to mind.