Blood Money (1) | The Inheritance Games

XVIII. safe and sound

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go, when all those shadows almost killed your light, I remember you said don't leave me here alone but all that's dead and gone and passed tonight."

The ancient art of nudes. Oh how I hate thee. Fuck my life.

Nudes these days seem to just be expected, every guy I text asks for nudes. Yet I've never sent a single guy them. Sure there are exceptions where I've had phone sex with guys, phone sex meaning me getting my tits out and him jacking off. But I've always refused to send nudes.

Because most of the guys I hook up with are ass holes, they'd probably save it and send it to all their friends. And their friends would send it out to the world and before you know it the Hawthorne name is tarnished. 

But Noah's special. I want to show him the vulnerable sides to me that I'd never show anyone else. So here I am, naked and standing in front of my bathroom mirror.

Naturally, having no experience in this category, I google it. I need a good lighting, which I guess I've got. I need a good angle, so I prop my phone up against my counter. I need to pick a pose.

"Just pose Spencer. You've got this." I mutter, trying at least a million poses that ultimately cause me to scream out in frustration.

"Spence, hurry the hell up." Jameson knocks on my door. I physically flinch, dropping my phone down the fucking toilet.

"Get out of my room Jameson!" I scream furiously, drying off my phone which is thankfully waterproof. I slip my clothes back on and open the bathroom door, finding Jameson at my bedside, digging around underneath laughing as he shows something to Avery.

I quickly walk over and find him laughing at all my old stuffed animals.

"Get out!" I whine like a child.

"Relax, I was just showing Ave that at one point you were human." He teases. 

"We came to hang out." He cuts to the chase. "No." I immediately decline.

"Oh come on please." He pleads.

"I'm busy.. but I need Avery." I realize.

"Avery? But not me?" Jameson whinges. "Yes not you baby, go away." I mock.

It takes some convincing but he finally leaves. The second he's gone I sigh in relief and waste no time.

"How do you take a nude?" I ask her. She chokes on the air she's breathing, stumbling over her words.

"I've been trying to take nudes for Noah and I can't do it." I groan impatiently.

"So you're asking for my help?" Avery laughs gently. "Look I know we're friends now but how friendly do we need to become before I ask you to take my nudes for me?" I blink flatly.

"You want.. Jesus Spencer!" Avery bursts out laughing.

"Every time I take one in the mirror my hand holds the phone weird or my eyes go to the wrong place. And then when I use the countdown I always blink or decide on a new position at the last second." I run my hands through my freshly curled hair.

"Spencer I am not nearly drunk enough for that." She laughs. That's when our laughter seises for just a moment and I smirk. Very soon I'm searching my hidden cabinet and taking out some liquor. 

Avery and I take it upon ourselves to get a little tipsy, then a lot tipsy, followed by intoxicated beyond belief. 

"Let's do this!" I squeal after we set up a backdrop. The plan was originally for her to take one photo of me, now we've staged a full on photo shoot for the both of us to mess around.