Tangled Love

"That's my Friday night ruined," I grumble to myself. I grab my phone and scroll through my contacts before ringing Trish. The phone rings a couple of times before she answers.

"Hey Trish! Jake's gone AWOL on me again so I need plans, what you got?" I ask her, popping a piece of popcorn in my mouth. I hear her shuffle around on the other side before she finally replies —

"A bunch of kids are going to a new club opening downtown. It's free drinks until eight pm. I can come with you if you want to go?" She says, the excitement in her voice growing.

I look around at the dark room with only Adam Sandler to keep me company. No matter how funny he is, I needed real humans in the flesh.

Oh, what the hell. Let's do this.

I spring up off the couch to head to my room and get ready.

me up in an hour!" I giggle and Trish squeals down the line, causing me to pull back the phone from my

he's sprawled across his bed, throwing a football in the air before catching it. His face is the definition of boredom. I walk past his room and then stop, retreating a little until I'm stood

giving him a small smile. He catches the football before tossing it to the other side of his room, sitting up and

do so yeah, I'll come," he responds, combing through his hair with his hand.

"Ivory's out with her friends so I'm guessing she's not coming, right?" He adds and I

ready in an hour." I beam and he nods at me, pushing himself off his bed to get dressed.

wrap my leather jacket around me tighter. Winter is heading our way quickly and the temperatures have

cold?" Tobias asks, turning towards me. I nod, gripping my teeth tightly which have started

around the chest area. It's sexy, simple and shows enough cleavage without the risk of my boobs falling out throughout the night. I regret wearing my bodycon skirt however, the fabric barely keeping me warm. My bare legs are covered in goosebumps and my black heels didn't exactly

distressed denim jacket over the top. His hair is a mess, falling over his eyes however it suits his whole casual, laid

asks, glancing at his watch for the

T, god knows where Trish has gotten to." I grumble, wrapping my arms around my chest. She promised she wouldn't be late but half an hour later and still no sign of her blonde hair. I roll my eyes and pull my phone out of the black clutch bag I'm taking with me.