Killian takes me home from school everyday.
It's weird not bickering with him day in and day out. We actually are getting along. Like what?
Ruby has spoken to me since I left her house Sunday. It's now Thursday.
Which means it's almost Friday!
The theme this week is pajamas. I have the perfect idea for my outfit.
"Hey Killian," I sit in the passenger seat of his car.
"What do you want Colette?"
"How did you know I want something," I ask.
"'Hey Killian'" he mocks my voice and gives me a deserving look.
I roll my eyes at him, "Can I borrow a pair of your boxers?"
He looks at me like I am crazy, "For what?"
"The theme is pajamas. So if you have a plaid pair of boxers that would be great," I give him a sweet smile.
"Yeah, you can. What shirt are you going to wear with it?"
"Probably just a black crop top. Oh, and make it your smallest pair. I am going to have to roll them regardless but I don't want to have to cut them."
"Whatever you want, princess."
We get the boxers from his house before we head to my house.
We sit in the driveway. As I am getting out and thanking him he stops me.
"You should paint my number on your face," Killians tells me.
"Why? That seems like a little bit more than just fucking?"
Am I blushing?
"It would piss my sister off. And I don't want a weird girl with my number on her face."
"Only because it will piss off Ruby," I close the door to the car and head inside.
Is it really only because it will piss of Ruby? Or is it because the idea of another girl painting his number on her face pisses me off?
Definitely just because it will piss Ruby off...
Killian calls me not even a minute after he leaves.
"What?" I answer the phone.
"Hello, princess," he says in an annoyed tone.
"I'm pretty sure we just said bye, actually?"
"Just wanted to remind you that I will be taking you to and from the after party, okay?"
"Sure. Why don't you match outfits with me while we're at it!" I say sarcastically.
"That's a great idea! I do have two pairs of those boxers," he tells me.
Fuck.
The image of him in boxers is now in my head. I can't stop myself from blushing.
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Double Cross
Romance"I fucked your brother!" I scream at my now ex best friend. I don't know how I plan on getting away with this. Her brother hates me and I hate him. And everyone and their mom knows he only fucks blondes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Time to change identities...
