Let Me Explain

S E V E N

SATURDAY was always the most freeing day of the week. The one day where you could choose between sleeping in or going out.

Usually it was always going out for me if I was allowed, but this time I couldn't.

I wasn't allowed out this weekend since the school called my mom about me being absent from first block.

The school was federal as hell.

At first, I did decide to stay home and bore myself alive since I was so obedient to my parents.

But that was before I heard about a darty at USC, just twenty minutes away. Once again, Devin knew people there and Asra was going. That meant Kade was too.

So, I didn't want to miss out with them.

Turning the shower off, I brought my hands up to my wet, straight hair as I squeezed out the water. It was soft since I had shampooed and conditioned it.

Opening up the glass shower door, I stepped out, landing on the bathroom rug. I pulled my towel off the rack, wrapping it around my body.

The bathroom was foggy from the hot shower and the mirror was clouded over. Grabbing the brush that was on the counter, I raised it to the end of my hair, moving upwards as I started to comb it out.

It helped a lot that my hair dried completely straight. I was grateful that it didn't hold a lot of knots and tangles.

After brushing through my hair, I moved on to drying off my body, leaving myself fully desiccated. I laid my towel on the counter, grabbing the lotion I had as I started to apply it all over my body.

Placing the lotion back in its original spot on my bathroom counter, I eventually started to put on my bra and underwear. It was a matching VS set that had sparkly bands.

I went ahead and picked up my deodorant can, spraying it under my arms as I realized that I had left my clothes in my room instead of bringing them into the bathroom with me.

Sighing, I sat the can back down on the counter, picking up my hair brush again as I headed out of the bathroom. I walked into my room, seeing that my clothes were still laid out on my bed.

It was a set. Black fitting pants with a matching long sleeve top.

I lifted my brush, combing through my wet hair. Brushing it down my shoulders, allowing it to drop to my lower waist, I tossed my brush on the bed.

I picked up the black pants, putting my right leg in first, then my left. I held onto the waistband of the pants, sliding them up my thighs as I heard the door to my room open.

I turned my head, still pulling my pants up as I brought them up to my hips.

Easton had opened the door, standing by the doorframe as he was already looking at me, seeing me just barely put on my pants.

He was wearing a USC shirt and blue jeans. The waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers showed once he lifted the end of his shirt, wiping over his mouth while his brown eyes still focused intently on me. He looked at every vicinity of my body, dissecting every detailed aspect of it.

My skin became more warm as I could feel the depth and full extent to his gaze. So many emotions washing over his features while a million thoughts danced behind those brown eyes.

"Easton, what the fuck," I wrinkled my forehead, severely confused at how he had even got in my house and why he was even here.

"I'm sorry," He immediately apologized, turning his head in the opposite direction to look down the empty hallway.