Unexpected Encounters

Chapter 25

I opened the door and walked back into the apartment to find Kaia and Gabbie standing way too close to the door. They jumped back as I came in and I rolled my eyes at them.

"Okay now that," I said as I pointed at them, "that's not going to happen any time she's around."

"I don't know what you mean," Kaia said as she did her best to look innocent.

"Yeah," Gabbie agreed, "nothing going on here."

"You two teaming up is a scary thought, you know," I said.

We all went back to the table to finish our dinner, and apparently so Gabbie and Kaia could finish my interrogation.

"So an empty classroom, huh?" Kaia asked, "really?"

"Yes really," I said, "I don't know what else to tell you."

"Did you guys talk things out at all?" Gabbie asked.

"No..." I sighed, "we didn't really get to that part yet."

"Don't ask about the boring details Gabs," Kaia said, "we need the exciting shit."

"Or," I cut in, "you could stop asking about it altogether."

"Oh whatever," Kaia scoffed, "I know how much you love talking about this."

"Okay fine," I admitted, "I usually do, but this is a little different."

"And why is that?" Gabbie asked as she put her elbow up on the table and rested her head on her hand.

"I'm not having this conversation right now," I shook my head, "let me eat in peace."

They both rolled their eyes at me, and I put my head down and tried to hide my smile.

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A few days later, I was sitting in my last class of the day and trying not to doze off. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I took it out to find a text from Whitney.

"2022 Kingston Court."

"Sounds fancy, where exactly are you trying to lead me to?" I sent back.

"My house :) come after class?" she quickly responded.

"Aren't you still on campus?" I asked.

"Not today, got done a little early," she sent.

"Miss Dawson."

I heard my name and my head shot up as I looked towards the front of the room. The professor was glaring at me, and I quickly slid my phone back in my pocket and tried to look like I'd been paying attention.

"Yes?" I asked innocently.

"Is there something on your phone that you need to take care of?" He asked.

"No, sorry," I said, "all yours."

He shook his head at me as I felt multiple pairs of eyes look my way. Fucking professor, class was almost over.

I rushed out of the room when we were finally done, and I went back to texting Whitney.

"You got me in trouble, but I'm coming," I sent.

"Sorry? I'll make it up to you," she responded.

"You better," I sent back before going to get into my car.

I put the address that Whitney had sent into my phone and started to drive. It wasn't too far from campus, and it seemed like it was in a cute little neighborhood.

I pulled into her driveway a few minutes later and walked up to the front door. She must have been watching for me, because she opened it and pulled me inside before I could knock.

"Well hello there," I said to her.

"Hi, sorry," she said, "just being careful."

"I know," I nodded, "it's fine."

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her towards me. She grinned at me as I slowly leaned in to kiss her.

I felt her arms wrap around my neck as I reached for the button on her jeans.

"Hold on," she said with a laugh as she leaned back, "that's not why I asked you to come over, this wasn't meant to be a booty call."

"Well that's unfortunate," I sighed.

"Oh is it?" She asked as she raised her eyebrows at me.

"Is that all I'm good for?" She teased.

"No," I said defensively, "but that's what sounds good right now."

"I think that's what always sounds good to you," she said as she smirked at me.

"Fair," I said, "but why did you ask me to come over then?"

Whitney looked at me like she was surprised that I had even asked the question.

"Is being able to talk without having to look over our shoulders every two seconds not a good enough reason for you, or what?" She asked.

"Oh, right," I said as I let my hands fall from her waist.

"Well Jesus don't sound so disappointed," Whitney laughed.

"Sorry," I shook my head, "I'm not, it's just not what I was expecting. I'm happy to be here either way, promise."

"Could've fooled me," she said sarcastically.

I grinned at her and shrugged as she leaned in and kissed me.

"But seriously," Whitney continued, "I just wanted to hang out and order dinner or something, if that's acceptable for you."

"I guess so," I said with a smirk, "it will be nice to not have to worry about anything for a while."

"Exactly," she said as she walked into the living room.

I followed her and we both settled down on to the couch. I sat close to her and leaned my head against her shoulder.

"Do you want to get something for dinner?" She asked.

"Yeah sure," I said, "we can do that."

I put my hand on Whitney's thigh and trailed my fingers back and forth on her leg.

"You really can't keep your hands off of me, can you?" She asked as she looked over at me and grinned.

"And is that a bad thing?" I asked as I sat up and returned her gaze.

"Not at all," she quickly responded, "it's just kind of funny."

"Well I've been waiting for a while," I said, "can you blame me?"

Before she could answer, I swung my leg over so I was straddling her lap.

"No," Whitney said as she put her hands on my waist, "can't say that I do blame you."

"Exactly, so quit your bitching," I smirked.

I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned down as I slowly kissed her. Maybe this wasn't my best idea after she said that this wasn't meant to be a booty call, because now that was all I could think about.

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