FRIDAY'S GIRL ·ϿʘϾ·

Chapter 8

With April in the kitchen, it was the perfect chance to make my move. I could see her coming back here through her reflex on the wardrobe were we store our dishes. I took my time to wait for her to come back with those water glasses. Then, I moved the crotch I had next to me using my good leg. Just an inch, enough for April to stumble.

I had been looking for a good excuse for her to stand up. The "being thirst" excuse was the key. It was perfect to kill two birds with a stone; if I did it right, I could end up getting soaked "because of her". I wanted to make her trip over me and steal her a kiss, but getting wet seemed more promising. It was too funny to watch her fall in my trap!

"I'm so sorry Brad, I really didn't mean it" Why that made me feel like the worst human being in the whole world? No, I couldn't let guilt get over me!

Now we went upstairs towards my room. Each step was a step closer towards my goal; I kept acting like taking girls to my room was the most natural thing in the world. And she knew nothing of it.

"Watch out!" April came to my rescue when I faked a fall down the stairs. His arms gathered arround my hip, I could feel her breasts rubbing against my torso. She smelled like flowers, it was a seductive fragance.

"I still can't get the hang on the crotches" I had to step away far enough from her so he could not see my little friend. How could I be such a good player?

"Which one is your room?"

"That one over there." I said pointing at the only door that had a "Danger, keep away" sign.

Finally, I had her where I wanted, right at my room's door. I opened the door and let her go in first. Ladies first, you know... April Storm was in my hunting ground, right into my trap. She was about to be one of my Vendetta trophies.

With the closing of the door, satisfaction hit me like an ocean wave. Everything was going on according to plan, I even didn't need to overact and let things flow smoothly

"Would you mind getting a shirt from the closet for me?" I asked naively, while I left my crotch leaning against the wall.

"Of course!" April ran to please my demand, as if being a caretaker was something usual for her. The only thing left for me to do was lay on bed and observe her, peachy!

Manipulating her had been too easy, so I better be careful if I didn't want to scare her. Pretending heplessness was perfect to lower her guard. So, just like that, I pretended I couldn't take my shirt off by myself.

"Hold on, i'll help you with that." She came to help me like a dog to his master.

"I'm so sorry, meds leave me so dizzy." It sounded too fake, even to me. But her shame at seeing my bare chest makes up for it.

"Take this." April threw me a clean shirt and looked away from me with discomfort. I took my time to dress my shirt up. Her shame tasted so sweet!

"Have you ever read the article about cats playing the piano?" I blinked clueless for a moment, then I realised she was staring at an old picture of me and Mr. Spock, a siamese big ball of fur. She was so desperate to break the ice.

I shook my head no. How on earth would I be interested in any crap that newspaper wrote after what they did to Maddison last year?

"Nope. What was about?" My pretended interest on her topic had a purpose: give her a false sense of security, like throwing a rope to someone who's drowning.

"The third day of classes me and Grace covered an odd show that premiered on early summer at Fairfeld. Apparently, the show was about some trained cats playing the piano" April took a second to smile "My friend and I were both against animal cruelty, so we wanted to do an allegation report about it."