How To Be A Heartbreaker

3• How To Be Stuck In a Closet

❥Chapter 3❥

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"Kat, the purpose is for him to like you not to hate you, you need to be nicer." Holly scolded me. I rolled my eyes. I see her point and she is perfectly right but it's just hard to be nice to the boy who caused me so much pain.

"I know Holls, I just hate him, you know, it might take time." I explained and looked at the pile of clothes on my floor. Right now Holly was looking for the perfect party outfit for me. I've never have been to a party so I have no clue the proper attire.

"And I get that he's a major ass, but I'm letting you know; Miles doesn't love so it's gonna take a lot more than what you have planed." She shrugged and sat beside me, I laid my head on her shoulder and sighed.

I looked at the pile of clothes and groaned. "Do I have to go to the party tomorrow, I mean I rather watch Netflix." I whiled and she glared down at me. I shrugged at got up to start cleaning the clothes Holly following suit.

I heard tapping at the window and I looked at it confused. I walked over to the curtains and opened them exposing Miles balancing on the branches. I furrowed my eyebrows and lifted up the glass. I heard Holly mutter 'what the hell'.

"Miles what are you doing?" I asked incredulously and he just hopped into my room. I looked at him and squinted my eyes in confusion.

"We have dancing to do and I couldn't help overhear your little clothing malfunction.." He trailed of and he smirked. I rolled my eyes and kept cleaning the mess.

"Yes fine, whatever." I muttered and looked at Holly as she started exiting my room.

"I will see you later Kat love ya." She smiled and laughed a bit. I have her a pleading look but she took off and slammed my door. I inwardly groaned and looked at miles to see him holding one of my bras.

"34 D, impressive." He chuckled and looked over at me, I charged at him tripping over my foot in the process. Instinctively I grabbed Miles arms to steady myself but I just brought him down with me.

"You really like being on top don't you." He smiled slyly. His hands were tightly held onto my waist and my hands on his shoulders. I groaned pushed up to get up offering a hand to him.

"I don't like the position I'm just a tad clumsy." I stated my hands folded over my chest. He chuckled and went into my closet. I stared in confusion as he disappeared into the racks.

"You're not looking for Narnia are you?" I said sarcastically and I heard him laugh a bit. Not a cocky laugh, not a sexy chuckle, but an actual laugh as if what I said was funny.

"No I am helping you find an outfit." He stated and I walked through the doorway that lead to my closet. I watched as his hands trailed over all the different fabrics and how he took shirts out to examine them the. Put them right back. "Before you ask; I am not gay but I know what guys like." He said and I sarcastically chuckled.

"You don't have to be a guy and be gay to have an eye for clothes you homophobic ass." I rolled my eyes and he glared at me.

"Whatever, wear this. Go try it on." He said and threw clothes at me. I examined the clothes. He picked out a plain white v-neck with lace shoulders and some black high rise denim shorts. I looked back up at him and he just pushed me into the bathroom.

This is surprisingly really cute. He also picked this out in under 4 minutes when Holly was at it for 4 hours.

I quickly changed and looked into the mirror. The outfit fit snug and hung to my every curve. This outfit was simple yet so defined, I ripped the tag off the shorts since I've have never worn them. I looked at the neckline of the shirt in the mirror and the v-line exposed my cleavage, I tucked the shirt in the shorts and exited the bathroom.