𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 | 𝗧.𝗢𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔

nine

!warning: alcohol use!

XENA'S POV    CHAPTER NINE

"the right side of my fucking head is going to fall off, i'm calling it," bokutos raging tone filled my pouncing headache even more, feeding the migraine to further pain. 

"could you not? all of us feel the same, i'm sure." the snappy tone rushed out, not giving me enough time to come up with something less sassy to say.

though, i didn't feel too bad about it because it was rather annoying and you could feel that everyone else felt that way towards him now too. 

"oh i'm sorry princess, would you like a head rub to go with that?" sarcasm just screamed out as his lips tugged into a sly smirk, clearly finding this amusing.

okay, two can play that game. "yes i would actually, oh yeah and no breakfast for you." my body turning back towards the stove, the silver coating covering my vision.

the color seemed awfully brighter than usual, causing an eye strain to erupt. "you've got yourself a sassy one oikawa, i'd like my eggs sunny side up babe." he continued to taunt, finding amusement in the playful 'argument' that was unraveling between the two of us. 

bokuto's hostile arguments, no matter who it was with, was always a good time. it's good to know and understand everything they've been through and the things they do day in and day out that they still have a personality and humor of that fact.

"i know and watch your mouth." oikawa tuned in, his arms wrapping around the tops of my hip bones in a protective manner. 

"let me show you something." he continued, letting the rest of his attention linger on me. my eyes averting my stare, looking towards him, "oh you mean right now?" i spoke in realization as he continued to wait patiently.

"yes right now, c'mon," his eyebrows raised, you could tell he was very excited for this to unravel in his hands like putty.

he stuck his hand out, waving it across my face for me to take. his tight-sleeved white t-shirt hugged around his muscular arms, showing off his mesomorph build. 

the silver rings that held onto each individual of his slender fingers complimented his fair skin tone not missing the veins that led up to his fingers, he really did know how to show off each feature of his.

though, he did have many and he showed off every single one of them daily. my hand loosely held onto his as he trotted towards the car garage, my body traveling behind his as we weaved throughout the futuristic, large house of the rich man. 

"drive separately than me," before i was even able to process the words he had spoken. the familiar car keys from yesterday were thrown in my direction, my hand letting go of his in reaction to catch them.

"what are you planning?" my eyes caught onto his figure while his biceps flexed rapidly, placing one hand on the driver's seat and his other on the wheel, pushing himself in his new BMW M5, adding that to his car garage back home i would assume.

"you'll see pretty, that's if you can catch up of course." his voice came out in a taunting manner, pressing my buttons this morning i see. "who kicked your ass in that race again?" i hummed, now coming to the same taunting level he was, firing back just enough to get a reaction out of him. 

"mmm, keep talking pretty." his left hand coming up to flick the sunglasses that pressed against his chocolate hair to fall onto the bridge of his nose. the jet black color shielding his eyes from the sunlight that lit up the garage that was now open.