Bold Type

5

dropping all chapters now x

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Sandejases are famous for being fucking impatient.

Pax knocks his fist on the door again.

"You're early!" she groans from the other side of the door. "I'm not done!"

"I don't fucking give a shit."

"Of course you don't." He hears her rolling her eyes and his lips twitch. "I'm—I'm not wearing makeup yet and my hair—"

"Open the fucking door, Song."

"No." The word is firm, but her voice shakes. "Wait for me in the common room. No—actually, go to breakfast first, I'm going to take too long. Who told you to be an hour early, anyway?"

Pax stares at the door.

It's a few moments before Song says, "You're still there, aren't you?"

He really, really wants to see her. Now, goddamn it.

"God." She opens it forcefully, and Pax considers it a great fucking privilege to get to see her chosen color for today first. It's yellow. "You're so stubborn, did you—"

Pax steps forward, holds her face in his hands and kisses her.

She doesn't move. Pax pulls back.

God, God. His thumbs brush over her cheeks, eyes on her face and uncurled hair.

"Good morning?" she whispers, like a question.

Pax can't help his fucking grin. "Good fucking morning."

Song clears her throat, looking away, and points to her bed. "Sit there. You can watch me do my hair and makeup, but don't complain if I'm taking too long."

Pax sits on her bed with his legs spread and doesn't say shit. He plays with the head of her pink bear stuffed toy he won for her at the park.

Why the fuck would he complain. This shit is fascinating. Her hands are fucking small and dainty and pretty but they're fucking meticulous and thorough.

She's so fucking pretty. Before and after the makeup.

Song glances at him, eyebrows drawn together.

Pax merely stares at her, raising his eyebrow.

She shakes her head, lips tilting up, and returns to her mirror.

Pax stands up and sits next to her. "How do you fucking take it off."

Song blinks up at him. "The makeup?"

He stares at the materials on the desk. He's so fucking dumb when it comes to this shit.

She's smiling when she shows him a bottle and some cotton shit. "I need to spread some of this oil over these and swipe it all over my face."

Pax nods once and stays there, head on his fist as he watches her.

When she's done, she takes his outstretched hand and leads him to breakfast, smiling widely. Pax tosses her the table napkin on her legs and makes space for her fucking designer bag because she never puts it on the floor.

She kisses his cheek again before leaving for her next class and Pax's ears are red.

At lacrosse, he makes Wesfuck do twenty more laps than needed because he's captain and because he fucking feels like it. He gives him a glare and Pax raises an eyebrow, swinging his stick, and the jackshitfuck doesn't say anything and just continues with his laps.