The Insecurities We Have

Chapter Six

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Friends, not lovers

"You want me to be your friend in exchange for your silence?" I asked in confusion.

My confusion seemed to amuse him so much that he smirked.

"Yeah, I mean a friend who occasionally runs errands for me, does my homework, brings me a coffee every morning, gives me a massage every now and then... Ecetera," he informed me and said the last word suggestively.

I blankly looked at him.

"So basically you want me to be your little bitch..." I trailed off.

"Your words not mine," he sleekly said.

"I can't do that," I told him.

"I think you can," he replied. "Besides you don't exactly have a choice do you?"

I looked at him. He had somehow managed to go from being indifferent to cocky. He smirked and crossed his arms waiting for my reply. He was right in a way, I just can't afford for him to tell anyone at all that I'm the School Vandal.

"Look, Candy," he said gaining my attention. "Correct me if I'm wrong but you sure as hell don't want anyone to find out about your little secret. If I'm wrong then I'll be sure to tell my farther as soon as he gets home," he said the last part slowly. "And not to forget you owe me compassion for my eyesight."

I was silent, contemplating.

"And I'm a hundred percent sure your mother wouldn't exactly be pleased," he shrugged.

My mom would be disappointed in me. Just like how in school I'm surrounded by glory, so was I at home. My mom aka the best lawyer in town. She specializes in criminal law, and she's never lost a case, not really. And constantly, I'm compared to Jack and his achievements. And then there's my father... Despite the fact that he's out of the picture, you can't ignore his success. Dad was a neurosurgeon. He wasn't the best, but he was good at his job.

August suddenly grabbed the gift bags I had brought for him and put them on the kitchen countertop as he checked out what was inside.

"Might as well see what you brought while you pounder in your thoughts," he simply said.

I watched as he opened the gift bags and pulled out card by card. He genuinely had a smile on his face as he opened them.

I sighed loudly, which gained his attention. "Fine," I hummed, displeased.

He looked up at me. "Fine, what?" He asked cockily.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be your... F-friend."

He chuckled at my hesitation of the word in itself. He put aside the gift bags and walked towards me with a big grin.

"Now, that wasn't so hard was it, Candy?" He ruffled my hair the same way an owner would do to their puppy.

Cursing how short I was to him, I harshly grabbed his arm, preventing further disruption to my hair. "My name's Candice, don't call me that."

This caused him to grin from side to side. He easily slipped his hand out of my grip. He slinged his hand over my shoulder, which caused me to be pushed closer to him. As soon as our bodies got into contact, I was hit by his scent. It wasn't cologne. Well, at least I didn't think so. It smelt like... Cedarwood.