Loving Kinnick (Rewritten)

Wrapped Around Her Pretty Little Fucking Finger

It wasn't a mistake to tell Bo that I hadn't watched Harry Potter, even if I never had an interest in watching the movies, but you didn't see the way her hands clapped as she got all giddy with excitement when she asked if I wanted to have a movie marathon. As my eyes drooped with exhaustion and my muscles ached from the hours I spent in the gym, I refused to give in to sleep. I would miss the sight of Bo's dimples as she munched on chicken tenders with a large smile on her face.

It wasn't a mistake to tell Bo I hadn't seen the Harry Potter movies, even if I felt the exhaustion weighing down on my body and the drooping of my eyelids as they begged me to sleep. You didn't see the way her hands clapped as she got all giddy with excitement when she asked if I wanted to have a marathon or how I struggled to say no to anything she asked of me. I was wrapped around her pretty little fucking finger, and I had no complaints.

My back leaned against the opposite end of the couch as I watched her munch on her chicken tenders. The smile on her face was so wide; I could see the dimples on her cheeks. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of her since I realized I would rather watch her react to the movie than watch it for myself.

And I couldn't focus on the movie when I was still listening to her words replay through my head as she confessed earlier. I didn't press into the story with my questions, even if I wondered why she feared him so much. Did something already happen, and that is why she led her confession with a promise that I would do nothing to hurt him? The more I thought about it, the more I questioned what happened the day I found her on the ground crying as he stood in front of her.

Was he the reason she chose to turn to pills, or was it because her dad went out of town and she was afraid to be alone? Was I wrong about Bo? Is she not as readable as I thought she was? How many chapters has she written but hesitated to publish for me to see? Every event is a cliff-hanger. I want to flip the page, but the remainder of the story is blank.

The girl I found sobbing in the hallway wasn't the same girl with her feet in my lap on the couch as she giggled at her favorite movie. She flipped through her emotions like she was a gymnast- she couldn't figure out which trick would wow the judges. So, she put everything on display.

What happened today puzzled me, and I can't put the fucking pieces together because some were missing. As I sit here, confused as ever, she sits over there with all the answers in her head. The best I could do was ask questions. She would answer me with the truth or a lie, and I could tell the difference between both.

My eyes trailed over her face, discovering how her ears move when she smiles and how her tongue rests behind her teeth when she laughs. Her mouth opened before her chicken came anywhere close to her lips. The ranch she soaked it in fell onto my yellow hoodie. She stared down at the material covering her body, frowning. She lifted it to her lips and sucked it off. My laughter caught her attention.

Her caramel eyes widened. "What?"

"You are just so fucking cute."

She quickly diverted her eyes back to the trio that saved her from the outside world. Nothing but the screen in front of her mattered. She wanted an escape or a temporary distraction, and she found that through Harry Potter. Before I could see her clap with happiness, my phone buzzed in my lap. I rolled my eyes as John's name flashed across the screen - I had a fight coming up. And it wasn't what concerned me as much as it did when I realized the time.

"It is midnight," I announced to Bo.

Her frowning eyes faced me. "Can we start one more? I'll go to bed after."

"You said that last time."

She pouted. "I promise this time."

"Pinky promise?"