Dating European Women
I turned my CD player on, listening to whatever radio station it happened to be set to and went into my bathroom to have a nice hot shower. I tied my hair up so that it wouldn’t get wet, as I was only going to wash it later tonight and couldn’t be bothered to dry it before going to the beach. I shaved my legs quickly and jumped out after having a wash. Totting over to my wardrobe I danced to ‘Marry you’ by Bruno Mars, singing all of the words loudly. I knew that if Marissa was downstairs she was probably covering her ears from how bad my voice was. I turn my head to see a glint of metal hidden at the base of a thick shrub.
Walking over, I dig around in the leaves to find a crown with a pulsating, ruby red crystal at the top of it. I pick it up, feeling the weight and texture only to find that this is… the same crow, Chicago Dating. “ Is that so?” I asked.
Sidney looks surprised, but she quickly recovers, reaching to the end of her now mini-skirt and fingering it, trying to draw his attention to her bronzed thighs that are muscular, yet slender. He doesn’t notice her efforts, looking to the ceiling, Chicago Dating then back at his delectable steak. “Do you want to sit with us?” she offers quickly, “away from this reject?
” I wince at the word reject, at the way she doesn’t even look at me, as if I am worth nothing.
Away in the background, I see three spots left open, one for Sidney and two for her girls. “You have a brother?” I asked.
I could imagine their joy. Adam frowned at me, and he started to say something, but Chloe cut him off. I giggle and walk to the bathroom. “The food will be here an hour” Nick announces.
I pretend to ignore him and shut the bathroom door. Finally, I can stay away from his awkward sight! Our awkward silence gives me Goosebumps, and keeps me thinking that this is bad! So bad! Griffin turns his head to stare at me. “They?” He probes, and I look back at him. “Come where?
” I pulled into school ten minutes early.
And my only best friend, Trevor leaned against his car beside mine. Feeling like my companion is in the conversational mood, I ask, “Is he the leader of all the werewolves?”