Vivi

Chapter 37

River

"So, what are we?"

I turn with a look of shock. Ivy's still laying in bed, but has put on my t-shirt.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim. "You've turned into one of them," I accuse.

She rolls her eyes at me. "You're an ass."

I chuckle before crawling up her body to meet her eyes. She rolls her head away from me in an attempt to act annoyed. Refusing to play this game, I kiss her neck until her little facade melts away. Until she scoots into a sitting position.

"No no! You're not avoiding the question," she says.

I smile up at her. "I'm not avoiding the question. We know what we are. The whole university knows what we are."

"Umm, no," she argues. "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked and if the university knew there wouldn't be so many rumors about us."

"They know that we're together. You know we're together. I know we're together."

"Together? That's so vague," Ivy comments.

"Fine. Mine. You're mine," I concede.

It's been a month since our first date and we've been going out ever since. We spend almost every day together just hanging out. I think Malia's getting a little annoyed.

"Wow, talk about possessive," Ivy comments. "I'm not even your girlfriend. What makes you think I'm yours?"

She's joking. I'm like ninety percent sure she's joking. But I don't find it funny.

"Ivy, you're my girlfriend and I don't care what you say," I say while inching up into a sitting position.

"You know, that's something normal people usually have to ask," she says with her eyes bouncing around the room.

"You want me to ask?" I question, with a raised eyebrow. "Poison, please, please be my girlfriend," I plead while pouting and interlocking my fingers.

She whips out her phone in a second and snaps a picture. I gape at her as she laughs at her phone.

"Ivy!" I berate.

"I had to!" she argues. "Sebastian made me promise to send him a picture of you begging when I stopped seeing him."

"Sebastian?" I say in disgust. "You sent that to Sebastian?"

She pushes her lips together in a guilty way.

"You still have his number?" I question.

"Oh, come on!" she shouts before laughing.

"Bastard," I curse.

"He literally drove me to your house to make up after our date. You don't need to worry," she tries to reassure me.

"I'm not worried," I claim and she gives me an unconvinced look. "I just hate that fucker."

"Why?"

"He always wants what I have," I state.

"Give me an example," she says while crossing her arms.

"My job. You."

"You didn't have me when he wanted me," she argues with a raised eyebrow.

"Honey, I've had you since you moved in."

"Well," she sighs. "Now I guess it's official. Yes, I'll be your girlfriend, you possessive freak."

I smile wide before eyeing my shirt on her. I'm all dressed except for that shirt.