❝ YOU KISS EVERYONE ON THIS LIST,
AND I RESIGN FROM THE TEAM. ❞
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༊*·˚ 💌 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
in which one adolescent bet
results in bianca larsson, not
only kissing twenty-one of her
classmates, but realising...
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chapter three, ABOUT LAST NIGHT
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BIANCA'S HEAD WAS POUNDING OUT of her skull as she woke up to a bright ray of sun seeping through the curtain of a dorm room she would soon find out to not be her own. It was when she noticed the Slytherin Quidditch jersey hung over the radiator in the middle of the room and the green banner pinned to the headboard of the bed opposite her. She didn't know where she was, but she knew that Katie and Angelina did not support their enemy house's Quidditch team.
She abruptly sat up, her head still aching like hell and her head darted around the room, searching for an answer and she found it, sat shirtless on the bed to her right, his head buried in a book. She didn't say anything, despite her wanting to question everything that was happening right now. How she ended up here? What happened last night? Where's Leo? And who's Slytherin Quidditch Jersey was she currently wearing? But instead, she just found herself admiring her so-called least favourite person, engrossed in a book.
He was wearing black, round classes that she had never seen him in, yet she thought they suited him. His forehead was slightly folded where he was concentrating on the book he was reading: Quidditch through the ages. A book she had seen him reading before. Not that she paid much attention to what he was doing, it was just she was surprised that he read for fun the day she saw him in the library. Despite the fact he was sitting down, she could still make out the perfectly chiselled and toned body he had.
"Staring Larsson?" he smirked and looked up to see her, messy hair and all, sat folded in bedsheets as their eye's locked. He thought she looked beautiful as ever, even if she thought she looked rough as ever.
"Don't flatter yourself." she sneered, before taking another minute to gather herself. Bianca swallowed. "Why am I here?" she stumbled slightly on her words, which probably gave her time for her brain to click. Oh no. No, no, no. Definitely not.
There was only one way to find out, and Bianca reluctantly opened her mouth, "Oh god, no. Did we?" she gestured to the two of them.
Adrian put his book down and let out a little chuckle, "Sleep together?" he queried and she nodded. "No. Although I'm sure you would have loved that," he smirked. Bianca narrowed her eyes at him. Adrian's smirk dissolved a little and was replaced with a look of curiousness. "You really don't remember anything from last night do you?" he laughed. "I'm not surprised though, you were pretty wasted."
