Viridescent Flares

13

"Fuck," I muttered, searching around my whole closet and still unable to find the shit I've been looking for. "What the hell, where is it?"

"Y/n, come on," Lauren called, hearing her footsteps getting closer and it was only then I remembered that I'm not yet wearing my top. "Wow, nice invisible shirt you got."

"Shut up," I said, kneeling down to see under the table. "You probably like it though."

"Well, of course," she replied and I must admit that every time she's too confident, it somehow turns me on. "We have to go. What are you even looking for?"

"My fucking Roshe," I answered, running a frustrated hand through my hair as I brush it up. One thing I hate doing is searching anything in general. "The one I always wear. It's my favorite for fuck's sake."

"The black one?" She asked, causing me to look up at her. "The one with some kind of black camouflage on it?"

"It's my black Roshe One Premium Plus," I said, the green eyed girl knowing me all too well when it comes to my shoes. "Did you see it?"

"No, but I've seen you wearing it before," she responded, sitting on the a chair. "When did you last use it?"

"I can't remember," I admitted, my brows heavily furrowed. "I know I can buy hundreds of shoes but that one is special. Sailor gave it to me last Christmas."

"Maybe y—"

"Ms. y/n?" A manly voice called from the room, Lauren and I immediately walking out to meet Calvin holding my FUCKING PAIR OF ROSHE.

"I've been looking for that!" I exclaimed, walking to him and taking my shoes.

"I found it while mowing the yard," Calvin told me. "I guess you're forgetting that it's already the season?"

A frown quickly found its way on my face, remembering how much I hated this season. That's probably the last season I'd want.

"Season of what?" Lauren asked behind me, and I slowly turned my head to her, almost scowling.

"Prank Wars Season," I said flatly, having bad memories from the mentioned occasion. "It's probably Ally's plan. She can't do something worse so, she mostly hide things—important things."

"No shit," Lauren said above her breath, eyes widened at me. "I should lock my door."

"No use," I told her, walking back to my closet. "They must have already asked Calvin for its spare. That's why I have a different doorknob. I also have the spare key."

"Shit," Lauren cursed and Calvin laughed, knowing the struggle with it for us.

"Dinah paid me," Calvin confessed, smirking by the door. "You can give me twenty bucks if you want your spare key back."