"I fucking hate you." I growl, my fists balling at my sides as I restrain from punching his perfect face.
He grins, his snowy hair falling in his eyes as he advances me, his irises glistening with mischief. "Oh, yeah? Come on, Florence. Show me just...
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Chapter Twelve
Wednesday night is here and to say I am nervous would be an understatement. I mean, we have been on a date before, not technically though.
Shit.
This is nerve-racking.
Instead of focusing on the date, I focus on what I am going to wear. I put on a pair of black nylons, a black skirt, a black and maroon striped sweater, and black heeled boots. I keep my makeup light but still add quite a bit on, wanting him to think I am pretty.
I guess.
I shuffle around my room, the heels of my boots dragging along the wooden floor beneath me. A yelp escapes my throat as my bedroom door is thrown open, revealing Kit.
"Hi." She says.
I blink. "Hi."
"You look pretty." I smile and she frowns, plopping on my bed. "Where are you going?"
I sit down next to her, brushing hair out of her beautiful face. "I am going on a date."
"Really?" She smiles forcefully, looking me up and down. "With who?" She doesn't force a smile this time. "Miah? Did he really?"
"What?" I snort. "No. Not with him. With Landon."
She frowns again. "Oh . . . who's Landon?"
"This guy from school." I nudge her. "You'd like him." Her body slumps against mine and I wrap my arm around her. "What's wrong, Kitty?"
"Don't call me that." I glance at the ground. "Only Miah calls me that."
"Okay," I sigh. "What's wrong?"
"My girlfriend broke up with me." I hear her small voice as she sinks closer to my body.
My eyes widen in surprise and shock as I stare down at her. "G-Girlfriend? Since when did you have a girlfriend?"
"Well, I don't have one anymore." She glares up at me through her glasses. I wince with remorse. "But that's besides the point. The point is is that she broke up with me because apparently I wasn't pretty enough."
I watch as her gaze shifts to her body and immediately slap her thigh. "Nope. No. You're not going down that road. Kit, look at me." She doesn't. "Look—at—me."
