The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

Caught Red-Handed

"Christian!" I yell, jolting upright. I groan, holding the bridge of my nose when my sudden outburst is met with a pounding headache. "That was a messed up dream."

Pushing off the rug, I stretch as I walk to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I stick my head in and look for something to snack on. Just as I reach for the strawberries, someone walks in. 

"What the hell?" I hear from behind me.

I whip around to see Christian standing there, arms crossed and vein popping out. A strawberry falls onto the ground, directing our attention there for a moment. 

"You can't do that."

I look at him blankly. "Do what?" 

"Yell my name, then run off," he says. "It scares the shit out of me."

"I yelled your name?" I know I did in the dream, but I don't want to admit I really dreamt that. "I'm sorry if I scared you," I mumble, bending down to grab the fallen strawberry. 

He looks down at his feet. "I, uh, just worry about you. You just had your surgery and you seem fine. I'm scared that one day you'll fall and hit your head, then never wake up again. Or, just collapse and the hospital won't make it here in time. Or—"

"Christian," I whisper, walking closer. "I worry, too, but we can't let that destroy the fun we could have. Even if I do fall and never wake up again, I want to be able to experience as much as possible before that happens. I want to have as much fun as one person can have. I want to—" 

My thought was cut off by Christian's lips—his real lips—pressing against mine. I push away for just a moment to look into his eyes, but smile and lean in again. His lips curve into a smile against mine. 

"Kids, we're h—" Christian's dad says, walking in. We step away from each other. "Oh. We'll just, yeah."

I look down, blushing. "I'm sorry. I'm just going to go."

I head back to my room, which I spend a lot of time in these days. Realizing I forgot my food, I go back and grab them, then proceed with my original plan: WWP and junk food. Er, strawberries. 

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Christian's POV

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I kissed her. I kissed Laura. It hurt so much when she pulled away, but then she smiled and leaned back in, as if she'd been waiting for me to kiss her. Maybe, just maybe, she likes me. 

I pace back and forth in my room, continuing to press my ear to my door every few seconds. If she makes any sound, I want to know. A yawn, a scream, anything. She's my number one priority. After a few seconds, I hear her voice. It's muffled, but that's because I'm listening from behind two closed doors. 

"Yeah, if you could come over right now, that'd be wonderful."

She's probably talking to Scarlett. About our kiss. A smile forms on my lips. 

"Please. It's really important." Pause. "I'll tell you when you get here." Another pause. "Fine. I'll go."

Her door opens. I rush to my bed and open my laptop really quickly. 

"Hey, Christian?" Laura asks, leaning on my door frame. 

I look up, closing the browser. "Yeah?"

A smile creeps onto her face. "Would it be alright if I take your car and go somewhere?"

"Which car?"

"Whichever one you'll let me drive?" 

I meet her eyes. "Can I come?"

Her smile drops. "I, uh, kind of wanted to go alone. If that's alright," she adds, seeing my frown. 

I nod at the floor, a smile forming slowly. "There are keys in the bowl by the door. Pick whichever one you want." The only ones there are to the Ferrari. Sorry, not sorry, if it attracts cops. 

"Great!" Laura runs out of the room, practically skipping. "Um, Christian?" she asks after a moment. 

I roll my eyes and walk over. "Hmm?"

"I don't really know how to drive." She bites her lip and lowers her eyes, holding the keys out. "I kind of failed my drivers test and forgot about it. Do you think you could drive me?" 

With a quick smirk to keep up the rude boy personality, I grab the keys from her hand and walk out. 

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Laura's POV

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As Christian strolls out the door, I quickly close it and lock it before he gets back in. I didn't really fail my drivers test. Scar did. And she made me tell that lie so I could get the whole house to ourselves. When I told Scar I wanted to have fun, she suggested a fake party to get back at Christian for stealing my precious pants. I just had to lock Christian out of the house. Which is done! 

Christian keeps pounding on the door, but I ignore it, waiting for Scar to pound on the back door with all the supplies. 

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"Laura!" I hear from behind me—that's where the back door is. 

"Scar," I mutter, snapping out of my nap. 

Sure enough, there she is, carrying a heap of bags.

"Open the goddamn door!" she yells, struggling with the bag on top. 

 I turn the lock and let her in, surprised when Adrian and Zach trail in, each carrying twice as many bags as Scar. 

"Hey?" I say, closing and locking the door again. "Why did you bring the whole calvary?"

As if to say 'duh,' she holds out her hand to the bags. "I couldn't carry all of these. At least, not without making multiple trips and drawing suspicion." 

I nod my head. "Okay, Scar," I say sarcastically, earning a slap to the head from Adrian.

"Don't talk to her that way," he warns, holding out a threatening finger. 

"Oh, I'm so scared." I hold my hands out and feign being afraid. "She's my best friend. I'm allowed to talk to her that way. If she was just some girl, then I would let you beat me up."

Adrian starts to lunge at me, but Zach catches him and throws him back. "Dude! She's just a girl!"

I tap Zach's shoulder, then slap him once he faces me. "I'm not 'just a girl,'" I say, using quotations. "I could beat you up."

"Woah, woah, woah," Scar says, pushing us both back. "Let's just trash Christian's house. We are not, I repeat, not fighting."

With a curt nod, we all back away and begin setting up everything. 

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When we finish, the house looks terrible. I mean, it's a disaster. Hopefully, Christian won't be too mad. Solo cups and toilet paper occupy most of the space, as well as a few areas of fake vomit. 

"Hey," Scar says, avoiding a few cups. "We should go."

After I grab my purse, we unlock the door and rush out the backdoor, careful to make sure that he doesn't catch us. 

Sorry, Christian. Payback's a BITCH.

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