An Unforgettable Summer [on hold]

9: Who Put PMS in Her Lucky Charms?

KYLES POV:

It's Saturday night at 3 pm.

In three hours I'm supposedly going to be bashed by three big men.

Well that's what's probably going through Matthew Davies big head right now.

Some people might think I'd be scared of Matthew's plans to beat me up.
But, I've had the beast threaten me more times than I should have to even be scared in the slightest.

Despite the whole situation, I find myself anticipating the glare of annoyance I'll get from him when I see him next, angry that I didn't turn up to our "get-together".

"But you have to go! You said you would!" A familiar high-pitched voice protests from the next room.

I'm lying on my bed facing the ceiling, listening to Isla's and Cat's conversation through the paper thin walls. From what I can hear, Isla's not going to come to terms with Catarina's reason. I know her stubborn demeanour all too well.

"As I recall, I didn't say I would go. I only stated that I was simply contemplating on the thought of going. And you're making my decision quite easy." Cat argues.

Isla makes a disgruntled sound and I can hear her thumping footsteps nearing. My door swings open none too cautiously and hits the wall.

"Careful, you nearly made a dent." I say as Isla storms towards me ignoring my nonchalant warning. I grab the basketball off my bedside table and throw it up in the air, bored.

"How do I make her go?" Isla whines like a five year old.

I shrug, still throwing the basketball in the air, earning annoyed glances from her.
"You don't."
Her eyes widen, "She has no socialising confidence! I'm teaching her how to loosen the fuck up."

Cat pops her head around the corner, "I can hear you." She mumbles and stands at the doorway.

"Please come Catarina." Isla hops off my bed and gets down on her knees in front of Cat, clasping her hands together in mock-begging.

Cat looks uneasy and she folds her arms insecurely over her chest.
She does need to loosen up, I'm going to admit that.

My eyes travel down her covered body, wishing she was wearing short shorts right now instead of her long grey sweatpants.

What is happening to me, usually I'm wishing they have no pants on at all.

Suddenly, I have a flashback to yesterday and the feeling of her legs against my waist, straddling me. It felt weirdly right, as patronisingly cliché that sounds.

"You should go, Collins." I stop throwing the basketball and sit up, looking at her. She is wearing baggy track pants and a Mickey Mouse t-shirt. "And fix her up, Isla."

What can I say, I was turned on by my thoughts and now have the urge to see her in a short dress.

Cat stares at me, unblinking and I'm drawn to her attractive green eyes. Once what I said has sunk in, her state turns to furious and she stands up straighter. "Don't tell me what to wear. This outfit is worthy enough for some stupid teenage party."

"So that means you're going?!" Isla's eyes light up. Right now, she's dressed in a tight black crop top that shows off her cleavage a little too much and a leather skater skirt. The all-black outfit emphasises the pink streaks in her newly dyed black hair. She's probably expecting to get laid tonight. Why do all my friends have overly-enthusiastc sexual hormones?

"No, I'm not." Cat says firmly in answer to Isla's question. She turns on her heel and stomps back to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. I grimace at the sound.