Arabella
Today is Sunday, I’m in my room, I would just stare at my phone.
There was pictures of Sam and Denis at the party last Friday, kissing, laughing, hugging, heck even dancing.
“Bella.”
“Not now,” I mumble.
“Bella.”
“What?” I said, seating up.
I saw Drake, standing in the middle of my room, his arms crossed.
“You young lady should get up, and get dressed.”
“You old man should leave me alone,” I said.
“Don’t make me get up there and put you in the tub,” he said.
“Go ahead.”
A minute later I’m in my bathroom already.
I glare at Drake, who closed the door and left.
I took a quick shower.
Put a towel around my body and changed into pj’s.
“No, no, no, you are going to wear something decent.” Drake said.
I rolled my eyes and changed into a crop top and shorts,
