He lowered his head towards me, a cocky grin spreading across his lips as he raked his eyes across my body before landing them back on mine.
I clicked my tongue in annoyance before averting my eyes, ignoring the blush that threatened to run across...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN GIFT SHOPPING!
IT PROBABLY WASN'T SUCH A GOOD THING, THAT I COULDN'T FALL ASLEEP.
Nevertheless, I took what my body gave me and used my newfound energy for good. In the end, sitting cross legged on my bed with my diary placed in my lap—a glittery purple that I handicraft myself—as I rewrote my to do list. Sleep couldn't find me, my brain was too energetic, too alive as it succumbed to my erratic thoughts.
My phone buzzed every two minutes, it could be Holly and Soleil spamming the group chat with pictures of their cats, or rambling their random thoughts. The two got on like vanilla ice cream paired with sprinkles—they just went together. Although Holly had friends of her own, we could still find her in the library at times, reading a new book of hers.
Hanita Naidu—she prefers Holly, a childhood nickname given by her late brother—was an enigma. She was quiet, but kind. She could be outspoken when she needed to but preferred observing. It was quite the sight to see Kenzo Takahashi blush his way through a conversation with her, stumbling over his words as he tried to compliment her glasses. Holly had been unaware, simply smiling at him when he managed to say said compliment; the poor girl was clueless to his advances, the two friends jumping around the other.
It didn't help that Theodore had been whispering obscene jokes into my ears, every single one hellbent on making me lose my control. The tight grip I held on my laughter continued to slip as he continued to whisper, low chuckles that tickled the edge of my ear. I've always been good at self-restraint, but it seemed as if Theodore Camden's life long goal was to break that restraint.
It was impossible to tutor him without the session ending in laughter. The notion of us being friends took some time to come to terms with, never mind the fact that I thought I had a crush on him. As if! We're friends, two entirely platonic beings that managed to be around each other without glaring daggers hot enough to burn. It was easy to smile around him, now that he's finally pulled down one of his many walls and let me inside.
That same night, after Azalea Jones ruined my night he'd called me. Late in the night just as I was about to succumb to the heavenly notion of sleep, my phone rang, breaking through the hazy tiredness wallowing through my brain.
"Hello?" I mumbled into the phone, rubbing at my eyes as I sat up, back against my headboard.
"Just the girl I've been waiting to hear from," I could hear his grin through the phone, "how are you, Mara McCoy?"
I sighed, swallowing the yawn that threatened to spill through my lips. "Well, now that you've decided to call me, terrible."
He chuckled, low, a bare murmur that poked at my cheeks. The corner of my lips began to tilt up at the sound. Happiness sounded good on him. "Mm, and here I thought, why not put you out of your misery? You know, I've heard my voice can be very soothing."
