Chap.22*Simply Mean*

I was let known by some delivery guys that the couch, I purchased is at my door. First of all, I didn’t have any money to get a couch, second of all, I didn’t order any.

"Don't scratch the dressing." I slapped my forehead and guided the boys who were placing the couch in my room. I didn't order anything and it was already paid for by someone. I had the slightest idea about this case, might be Ryker's doing. 

I mean, who else would do something like that for me? But why a couch?

"She said I do want to help you after handing me a few dollars and look at her buying herself a new dress and couch." Nichole mimicked, standing outside my door while the guys were leaving. Both Lacy and Nichole were peeking in my room like it was their business.

"That must be the guy who gave her a hickey." Lacy rolled her eyes, bitter over someone else living her life. These girls were the worst I swear. The audacity of Nichole to lie to me and not be ashamed is