Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 80

I barely make it on time to school on Thursday, because I had trouble waking up in the morning. I'm excited about the driving test though, and the record label party that's going to follow later.

I sit down next to Noah in our first class.

"So, my parents told me I can come and stay until midnight today."

"That's great." He smiles, right before Mr. James comes in.

He talks to us about teen pregnancy, the ups and downs, pros and cons, and it makes me feel weird hearing about it because hey, couldn't he have said so earlier?

At the end of the period, he gives each of us a condom, telling us to stay safe.

"A bit too late for that." Noah mutters under his breath as he shoves it in his wallet.

I slap him on the arm and smile, just as the bell rings, which has the entire class standing up at once.

"I've got Algebra now, but I'll see you at lunch and then after school, okay?" Noah says as we walk towards my locker so I can get my History stuff.

"Good luck on that test." I tell him and kiss him on the cheek, before he's off in the opposite direction.

The day goes by quickly, and I actually manage to eat a salad for lunch to avoid dirty looks from him. At the end of the day, we meet by his Bentley so he can take me driving.

"Are you actually going to let me drive your Bentley?"

He nods. "You've been taking driving lessons with an instructor for a month now, so I think you're not going to do much damage to my car."

I get in the drivers seat, and he mutters "I hope" under his breath.

"I heard that." I tell him as I start the car. "So where to?"

"I now a deserted road not far from here, we should be alright."

He gives me directions, and indeed, we reach a small field two minutes from the school that he lets me drive back and forth on for an hour, before he has to get to Pre School to pick up his siblings.

"So if your parents would want to get you a car, what car would you want?" he asks.

"Uh, they're not going to get me a car, that's for sure, but I've always wanted a Mercedes."

"What type?"

"CLA."

"That's like, what? Twenty two grand?"

I nod. "My parents make that money in like, half a year, so I don't think they're going to buy it for me. I told them about it numerous times, but it's not going to happen."

"Well you don't know if they're going to come around."

"They're not, I know them."

I stop the car at the end of the road so we can switch places.

He drives to his siblings' pre school and waits for them to get in, before he drives me to my house.

"I forgot to ask you how you did at the test.

He shrugs. "I don't know. I'm hoping for a C."

"Oh come on, you can get more than that."

"Let's hope so."

He drops me off at my house and asks me if I want him to pick me up tomorrow, but I tell him no, otherwise my parents will ask way too many questions about what's going on between us.

"I'll come back around half past five to pick you up, my mother already talked to a makeup artist and she really wants the both of you to get your makeup done."

I make a surprised face.

"Alright. Bye."

"BYE DANI!" Elliott yells and Rose waves me off with a smile.

When I get to my room I start on my homework before I search through my closet for a decent dress to wear tonight.

"Since when?"

"Since you've started dating."

"Oh. We're not-no. We aren't dating."

"Really? Well, I can't say I'm surprised. He's never brought someone home more than once, and always for the night."

She looks at me, and sees my confused face, so that's why she adds "But that hasn't happened for quite a while though, so that's why I thought you two were together. I've only seen you around. And his behavior has changed in good."

"I'm happy to hear that." I say and shoot her a relieved smile.

We chat about the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show she attended in London a few months ago, and as soon as our hair is done, two new guys come in to work on our make up.

"So I was thinking I could put some eyeliner and dark mascara to fit your tan." James (my makeup artist apparently) tells me as he looks at me through the mirror. "What colors are you wearing?"

"Red and white."

"A light red would be good for eye shadow, don't you think?"

All I can do is nod, because I've never really used an eye shadow besides black or dark blue.

He starts working on my face with concealer first, then bronzer and blush, before he does my eyebrows and puts eyeliner and mascara. He finishes with a nice light red color on my eyelids, and points my head back to the mirror.

"What do you think?"

"It looks great!" Mrs. Hudson excitedly says. "Do her lips with that red Yves Saint Laurent lipstick, and then it's going to be perfect."

James does as told, and I'm really pleased with the result.

Five minutes later, we're left alone to change into our outfits because it's already half past six and we should get going.

"Oooh, that dress is beautiful!" she gushes when I pull out the white dress from my bag. "And it goes so well it that blazer!"

I feel awkward changing in front of her, and she sees that so she tells me I can change in her bathroom. When I come out, she's looking at herself in the mirror, trying to decide what necklace to put on. They're both gorgeous and look fucking expensive.