Finding Love

Chapter 10

Becca's POV

I hug my arms around myself, unable to get the cold out of me.

We got back to AJ and Lynn's apartment around twenty minutes ago. Since then, I've showered and changed into dry clothes - AJ's dry clothes.

Dressed in a pair of tracksuit bottoms that most definitely don't fit me, and a hoodie that goes down just passed my waist. Although I'm dry and warmer than before, I'm also embarrassed

Clothes give me confidence.

These clothes...don't. But beggars cannot be choosers.

Taking a deep breath, I step out of the bathroom and into their living room kitchen area.

I see AJ standing in the kitchen, drinking from a bottle of water. Changed into dry clothes, he's dressed pretty much the same as me. Only his clothes fit him.

His hair is damp, seeming darker because of it. He showered in the bathroom in Lynn's room while I showered in their main bathroom.

He spots me as I walk out, and I see him failing to fight his smile as he takes in my clothes.

I glare straight at him. "Be very careful," I warn him, and he turns his back to me as he screws the lid back on his water bottle.

Rolling my eyes, I walk over to their couch, where I tossed my phone when I first got here. Checking the time, I see it's just gone eleven.

"Do you want to stay here, or will I drop you home?" AJ asks, walking out from the kitchen and over to where I stand.

I take a moment to think...

Am I in the mood to answer all of my Dad's questions when I come home in a boy's clothes?

No.

Am I in the mood for Alora's questions and teasing the second she comes home?

Also, no.

"I'll stay here..if you don't mind," I add, and he nods his head.

AJ looks me up and down again before scratching the back of his neck. "When Lynn comes home, I'll ask her to give you some clothes that fit," He tells me, and I look down at myself and sigh.

"The damage is already done," I find myself saying. He looks at me amused and raises an eyebrow in question. I roll my eyes at him. "My reputation," I clarify.

He chuckles at that but doesn't comment on it.

"Well, I'll take the couch," He then says, and I shake my head immediately.

"Fuck no. It's your apartment- obviously, I will take the couch" I tell him. AJ buries his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "Exactly. My apartment, my rules. I'll take the couch" He shrugs.

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. "No".

He stares at me, almost amused, which pisses me off more. "Yes".

I narrow my eyes on him. "If I was your guy friend, would you offer me the bed?" I ask, and instead of answering my questions, he just sighs.

"Are you always this stubborn?" He asks in return.

I glare at him.

He stares back.

"I'm taking the couch AJ" I tell him. "Nothing you can do or say will change that". Because yes, I am stubborn.

AJ rolls his eyes as he closes the small gap between us. I tilt my chin, preparing for whatever he's about to say-

I was not prepared to be thrown over his shoulder like a fucking rag doll.