My Secret Killer

Chapter 21 - Cassy Baby

At school on Monday, I find Cole. I pull the back of his hood down, revealing light brown hair. Light brown? 

"The fuck-" He quickly turns around, and a person with an oval face, round blue eyes and messy brows looks at me confused. Oh god. 

I hear Cole practically scream of laughter on the other side of the hall. 

Eeesh. "Sorry." I apologise to the guy who I misperceived as Cole. The irritated dude scoffs while looking at me sourly as he turns back around and pulls his hood aggressively back up. 

I scurry off to the actual person I wanted, who happens to be wearing a black oversized shirt with red graphics on the back, cargo pants, Jordans, and a silver chain. Of course this is the one day he isn't wearing a hoodie.

I laugh, embarrassed, "Ok, shut up. I didn't even recognise you without a hood." I take in his outfit that actually looked really nice. 

"I am offended by you, Mills. You really thought that I was that short?" 

"Hm, thought you were gonna say ugly." I tease. 

"You think I'm cute?" 

"Adorable." I try to gross him out. 

He practically chokes. "Yeah, yeah. Let's not offend me next time, alright?" 

"Hey, you can't blame me. Your always wearing a hood at school. You should warn me next time. Especially now since there seems to be more of you." 

"Warn you? You're the one sneaking up on people. You should warn them." He corrects me. 

"Well then, you have to tell me if you're wearing your hoodie." 

He chuckles, "So you don't embarrass yourself again?"

"Preferably." 

Sarcasm leaves his mouth, "So, what, you want me to text you every time?" 

"Yes." Sarcasm leaves mine. 

"Alright, Mills, give me your phone." He holds his hand out, seriously. 

I was just messing, but I hand him my phone. 

As he puts his number in my phone, I admire his scruffy dark hair that is usually covered. I look down to his sharp jawline, then down to the chain on his neck, before scanning back down to his outfit. 

I laugh when I read the shirt. I touch the red writing reading 'fuck you' on the front left. 

"Cute boob." I tell him.

"Thank you." He looks up, meeting my eyes quickly like he knows exactly how high to look. He smiles with his tongue in his cheek, and god everything about him is hot. 

He starts putting my number in his phone too. 

"I'm sorry for ruining your night." I feel the need to apologise for what happened last Friday. I would have liked to do this sooner, only I didn't see him or even have his number until now. 

"How did you ruin it?" He asks me, handing my phone back. 

"Because I was super drunk and you were looking after me instead of having fun and celebrating your win."

"It's fine. You kept my mind occupied." He tells me. 

"But, it should've been about you, and not me."

"Mills, stop."

"But-"

"Sid, shut up. I forgive you, okay? Now if you keep talking, I'm leaving."