Ch. 11
Fifty-eight minutes later, Theresa emerged from her room. She greeted her younger brother with a smile on her face. "What did I tell you? I can get ready in no time."
Miguel gave a disappointed nod. "Why is it that the first time you get ready rather quickly, I'm not happy?"
"Well, Migs, you just became my slave for the rest of your stay," explained Theresa, happiness evident in her voice about winning the bet.
"Great! Just how I wanted to spend my spring break."
"You shouldn't have betted against me. You'll always end up losing."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we go now?" Miguel began to move towards the door.
"You're not going to compliment me on my outfit?" Theresa grabbed her purse from the coffee table and follows Miguel.
"I rather not."
"Why not?" Theresa asked.
"Mother told me to keep my thoughts to myself if they're going to offend someone."
"Oh shut up. You know I look good." Theresa enjoyed and missed teasing her little brother.
"Uh-huh. Lets just go before your boyfriend thinks we ditched him."
"How many times do I have to tell you that he's not my boyfriend?"
"Until he actually is. Theresa, why are you closing yourself to the opportunity of falling in love? I already know that he's constantly occupying your mind."
"I have nothing left to say Miguel. You obvious aren't listening to me."
"Oh, I give up."
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Arriving at the club, Theresa and Miguel saw Fox approaching them. Theresa heart began to race once again at the sight of him.
She couldn't help but stare at how handsome he looked in his black buttoned down shirt that he left slightly opened and his brown pants. She loved it when a man dresses well. It makes the person stand out from everyone else. Although she didn't want to admit it to herself, she now wished that she lost the bet to Miguel. It's going to be a long night thought Theresa.
Fifty-eight minutes later, Theresa emerged from her room. She greeted her younger brother with a smile on her face. "What did I tell you? I can get ready in no time."
Miguel gave a disappointed nod. "Why is it that the first time you get ready rather quickly, I'm not happy?"
"Well, Migs, you just became my slave for the rest of your stay," explained Theresa, happiness evident in her voice about winning the bet.
"Great! Just how I wanted to spend my spring break."
"You shouldn't have betted against me. You'll always end up losing."
"Yeah, yeah. Can we go now?" Miguel began to move towards the door.
"You're not going to compliment me on my outfit?" Theresa grabbed her purse from the coffee table and follows Miguel.
"I rather not."
"Why not?" Theresa asked.
"Mother told me to keep my thoughts to myself if they're going to offend someone."
"Oh shut up. You know I look good." Theresa enjoyed and missed teasing her little brother.
"Uh-huh. Lets just go before your boyfriend thinks we ditched him."
"How many times do I have to tell you that he's not my boyfriend?"
"Until he actually is. Theresa, why are you closing yourself to the opportunity of falling in love? I already know that he's constantly occupying your mind."
"I have nothing left to say Miguel. You obvious aren't listening to me."
"Oh, I give up."
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Arriving at the club, Theresa and Miguel saw Fox approaching them. Theresa heart began to race once again at the sight of him.
She couldn't help but stare at how handsome he looked in his black buttoned down shirt that he left slightly opened and his brown pants. She loved it when a man dresses well. It makes the person stand out from everyone else. Although she didn't want to admit it to herself, she now wished that she lost the bet to Miguel. It's going to be a long night thought Theresa.