Gambling Love

7. Jaiden

I sit down beside Imogen on the couch, loud rap music plays through our speakers. Spencer loves Halloween, specifically Halloween parties so, of course, we threw one. I'm not much in the party mood since I worked all day, Imogen swings her leg around mine and I smile at her red high top converse, she's talking to a few people in her program and I can see Genevieve in the dining room playing cup pong with Spencer, Sebastian right behind her.

Imogen laughs and it brings my attention to her, she cut her hair. Well, actually I cut her hair. I remember one day while we were on campus she came up to me and demanded I cut her hair. I've never fucking cut anyone's hair and yet she had total trust in me.

"Just do it," she groans.

"I don't know sweetheart, I'm not a professional."

"Who cares about professionals, just do it!" Spencer calls from the kitchen.

"You aren't helping," I roll my eyes at him.

"Jaiden, just do it," Imogen nods. I fiddle with the scissors in my hands before stepping behind her and grabbing the ponytail.

"If you don't like you, you can kill me," I tell her, looking at her through the mirror.

"I won't kill you," she rolls her eyes like I'm being dramatic.

"I'll help kill you!" Spencer yells again and I groan.

I let out a sigh before running the sharp scissors through her hair, she doesn't flinch or move and she most definitely doesn't tell me to stop. It takes about five seconds before I've gotten all of it. Her hair falls forward and I look at her through the mirror. She's no longer sporting long hair that nearly reaches her mid-back, now it's almost up to her collarbone, just like how I met her.

"I love it," she says. "I love short hair," she sighs running her hands through her hair. Spencer shows up at the doorway and whistles.

"Looks good," Spencer nods. Imogen smiles at me from the mirror before turning and kissing me.

"What?" Imogen asks, I blink and realize I had just been caught staring at her.

"Nothing," I shrug easily and throw my arm around the back of the couch. She rolls her eyes and pokes me like she's annoyed. "I'm just looking at your hair, I really do like it," I tell her over the music. "What did Taryn say?" I ask.

"She loves it, told me you did a good job. Mom doesn't know yet, so I guess I'll show her on thanksgiving," She shrugs.

"Thanksgiving is happening then huh?" I yell turning my head so she can hear me.

"Sadly yes," She yells back and I frown. I know she wants to ask about me but the loud music doesn't give her a chance. My ears are practically bleeding from the music, going from a club to a house party isn't ideal.

"Want to go to the roof?" I ask her and she nods immediately. I grab her hand and I'm shoving our way out of there. A few people clap me on the back and I give them a head nod as I nudge Imogen upstairs. The roof has somehow become our hideout lately, thank god it's not slanted or anything.

I grab a flashlight from my desk and my deck of cards, my hands are twitching to feel them between my fingers. I push open the window as Imogen steps out of my closet, I turn to her and smirk "what?" She asks.

"Nothing, you look good in my hoodie," I shrug and she flips me off. I grin as I slip under the window and hold out my hand for her.

"You should really consider it making it cozy out here," She tells me sitting down beside me.