Mahogany drives me to my house, and I run in to get changed. I have an endless supply of clothes, that comes from a father who wants their child to like them. I pull out a pair of high waisted denim shorts with cut edges, a short sleevless white crop top with a loose blue shirt over the top. I add a cross necklace and some some sunglasses in my hair, i pull on some new white high top converse and run back outside.
"Wow" says Mahogany, with her eyes open wide, "you are letting me borrow your whole wardrobe sometime" she says jokingly as she reverses out of my driveway, and heads to her house.
Her house matches her personalitity, small and outgoing. We walked inside, as she rushed off upstairs to get changed, I take a look at all the paintings hung up in her hallway mostly all quotes from movies like "sometimes you make choices, but sometimes choices make you".
I read all of them until Mahogany comes back downstairs in denim dungarees with a white strapless bra underneath, she styled her hair into 2 buns on the top of her head. She looked amazing and I didnt see why she needed to borrow my clothes.
We jump in the car and drive to the cinema where we're meeting tbe boys. We arrive in less than 10 minutes and walk inside. We see Nash standing on his own with none of the other boys.
"Where is everyone?" Asks Mahogany,
"Oh um its just me" replies Nash scratching his back "I got us tickets for MockingJay, I didnt know what you wanted to see."
"Thats fine, lets go in" I say, walking ahead, I hear Mahogany whispering to Nash saying,
"Why are you so nervous??
"I dont know whats wrong with me, its her.." he whispers back
*halfway through the movie*
I was starting to ger bored, I had Mags on one side and Nash in the other, I hadnt seen the other Hunger Games so i didnt know what was going on. I play on my phone, till a hand finds its way onto my lap.
I look over at Nash and blush, he smiles and looks the other way, his hand still on my knee. His hand gradually gets higher until its right at the top of my leg, his thumb drawing a swirly pattern on the inside of my thigh.
Did Nash like me?
