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    I'm Going to Make Her Mine – (Chapter: 15: Ur so Gay)

    “For him, sweetie I would do for $50!” I busted up laughing. The prostitute batted her eyes up at him.

    I turned to look at Aiden, I notice his head shake. “Sweetie $50, I don’t have sorry.” He hit my head and told me to go.

    “Aw Aiden isn’t that your type, tall dark and handsome/pretty?” I cooed out.

    Ashley chuckled and just shook her head. I looked in the rearview to focus my attention on Aiden and the only thing I saw was a big middle finger.

    “I’m swry Aiden , peaseee take me back.” My voiced imitated a three year old which earned me another hit.

    “I’ll take you home if you don’t leave me at the front door (front door)
    Your body’s cold, but girl we’re getting so warm
    And I was thinking of ways that I could get inside (get inside)
    Tonight you’re falling in love (let me go now)
    The feelings stirring me up (here we go now)”

    “Hello, yes I’m on my way and no I can’t drive faster. No I don’t want to get fucking killed,” I sighed for a second. “You’re an idiot see you then, love you.”

    I took a deep breath and exhaled. The last time I was here fuck things got out of hand. It was simply a hot mess.

    “Okay you ready?” I asked Ashley. She nodded and we made our way inside. Tequila, Smirnoff, beer, Vodka, and Rum was all over the place. Red little Dixie cups were all over the ground.

    I would have shot some of these people, if they did this to my house. Fuck that!

    Peyton was grinding up on a guy. Her eyes connected with mine and she instantly smiled. I made my way over to her and gave her hug. I hadn’t seen her for about year, my mom had banned each other from seeing each other.

    She scanned over Ashley quickly and immediately smirked my way. “So little Carlin, who is this hottie?” I rolled my eyes and gave an introduction.

    “Nice to meet you Ashley.” She smiled as her hand lingered on Ashley’s.

    “Ah no, she’s my girlfriend slut so get your own.” I laughed and followed her to the kitchen.

    Ashley shifted her focus on me. Our eyes connected and in that moment everything seemed to vanish. It was simply just her and I, nothing mattered. But of course Peyton nudged me in the arm and my attention shifted over to her. She handed me a couple of beers and we returned to the living room area.

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