HER THREE MATES
She has picked a black skater mini skirt, a fitting red blouse and black leggings for me, not bad, I put them on and apply a little makeup, and she then helps me with my hair.
“If I may ask Zama, where are we going again?” I totally forgot to ask.
“You know Parker right…” I try to remember him, but his name doesn’t ring a bell.
“Tall guy muscular, blonde hair, high-pitched voice girlfriend, not forgetting he owns the Porsche.”
“Ooh that Parker.” I really despise him, I hate how arrogant and self-serving he is.
“He has a grand party tonight at their house, apparently his parents are out of town so…” she smiles, applying another layer of green eye shadow on her face.