My eyes spring open at the sound of a rock skidding across my window. My room is dark, with the exception of the moon illuminating my floor through the blinds. Another rock hits my window then returns to the earth where it once was.
What the fuck.
I glance at my alarm clock and read 1:47. I had slept through dinner and my stomach was begging for food. I look down to find me wearing nothing but a small, black revealing pair of underwear. I tug my blanket over my chest and drag myself towards the window.
I peek through the blinds to find Charli, wearing an ugly ass leopard top with black jeans and - sandals? Fucking sandals? She waves but I don't bother to return the gesture. Instead I pull on a tee and head downstairs to answer the door.
I open the door slightly, enough to squeeze my head through. I eye Charli from head to toe, trying my hardest to keep a straight face. "What are you doing here? And what the hell are you wearing?"
I didn't mean to sound so cold, but you can't blame me. Not only does this bitch wake me from my nap, but she has the nerve to look like a street corner prostitute on her day off. She glances down at her outfit and glares. Pathetic. "I know I look like shit but I was in a hurry."
You were in a hurry yet you had enough time to go through your mom's closet and pull on that top?, I think to myself.
I push open the door and move aside to let her in. We immediately head upstairs to my room and I shut the door, not bothering to lock it. Charli throws herself on my bed, stretching her arms and legs. Nasty ass twat. I walk over to my closet and immediately start tossing demands. "Jeans, off. Now."
Charli rolls her eyes, taking her sweet time to get on her feet.
"I'm fucking waiting," I say.
She obeys and strips off her jeans, revealing her lace black panties. Even I have to admit they compliment her arse exceptionally well.
I smirk. "Cute."
She sighs and tosses the jeans aside. "Don't look okay, just hand over something of yours. Something um - sexy."
"Sexy? Don't you mean slutty?," I reply, letting out a small laugh. I rummage through my drawers and find a short, black and white striped skirt. Perfect. "Here," I say, tossing the skirt in Charli's direction.
"Are you fucking kidding me?," she says, eyeing the skirt. "This thing is short as fuck."
"Shut up and tug it on, I don't want you stinking up my room."
"Fucking bitch," she says, tugging on the skirt. It hugs her thighs quite well. Sexy indeed.
"Top, off."
She obeys and for a second she stands there looking as vulnerable as ever in only a small strapless bra. If I wasn't straight I would've immediately reached over to yank it off. I snap out of her spell and hand over a white top with a moon design.
Charli stands before my mirror, fixing her breasts and puckering her lips. "Thank you, Marina."
"You're welcome, slut." I tug on some torn jeans and a single strapped tee then stand in front of my mirror and toy with my hair.
"Can you fucking hurry?"
I glare at Charli but don't say anything. Instead I grab my phone and together we walk out the front door.
"So, where are we headed?," Charli asks, flashing an innocent smile.
"You'll see," I reply, and without waiting for Charli I start towards my destination.
This was going to be an unforgettable night
