"Hey, look at me." He spoke softly.
Listening to his words, I let go of the door handle and turned to face him. He looked guilty and I didn't want that.
He brought a hand up, cupping my face, while his thumb stroked the side of my face. "Please don't be mad at me."
I gripped his wrist with the hand that is cupping my face. "I'm not mad." He gave me a 'don't lie' look and I sighed, "Okay, I'm a little mad. I really want to tell my dad about our engagement and I want you to be there when I do it. But I understand you have a life so it's fine." I told him honestly.
He nodded, "When I come and get you later, how about we tell him then? If this is something you really want to do, then I won't make you wait."
I grinned, "Really?!"
He nodded, smiling. "Really."
I hugged him tightly from across the seats. "Thank you so much!"
He shrugged, "It's cool baby girl. I love you."
"I love you too."
He gave me a quick kiss and I was out the door.
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"So explain to me why I have to pick out your flowers for your wedding."
"Craig and I have to meet with the wedding planner in thrity minutes because she put out the wrong style for the banners so we have to go fix them. It was a last minute thing." Ashley explained.
"Yeah, and you're not going alone. Trey is going." Craig added.
I don't believe this bullshit they are giving me. They are up to something and I am going to find out. I always do. Craig of all people should already know that.
"Mhm." I mumbled, "So where is Mr.Young?"
As if on cue, Trey came down the stairs in a pair of black basketball shorts with a red muscle shirt. He had on black and red Jordan's that gave his outfit the complete look. His hair still looked wet so he must have just got out the shower or he put activator in it. I wanted to run my hands through his curly locks.
"You're drooling, shawty." Trey smirked.
That nickname sent my mind back to the first time he gave me that nickname.
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I had just got done talking to Jacob for the first time and went to my chemistry class. When I got there, Trey was already there. He smirked upon me entering the classroom.
“What the hell’ are you smirking at?” I snapped as I took my seat next to him.
He only continued to smirk. “Your style,” He said looking me up & down, making me feel self concious.
I was wearing a simple purple tank top with a silver heart broken down the middle with capris that stopped right below me knee and a pair of purple and white converse.
“What’s wrong with my style?” I mumbled.
“Oh, nothing. It’s unique.” He said. “You love converse.”
“Yeah, I don’t really like sandals, so they’re the next best thing.” I said shrugging.
“Next to vans of course, but think what you will, shawty.” He said before winking.
I opened my mouth to respond only to be interrupted by the teacher. I instantly zoned out, thinking of what Trey called me. Shawty. That has a nice ring to it. & When it comes out his mouth, it sound seductive that would make any girl melt! This boy is, without a doubt, good at his game.
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Teen FictionThe last we heard of Destiny, she was left crying behind her school building and pregnant, while Trey was going to Julliard, a performing arts school in New York, to pursue his dreams. Three years later, Trey returns to California and plans to open...
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