Katrina's POV
Yawning, I slowly stretched my coiled muscles. Small pillars of light streamed through the blinds as the sun came in and out of hiding behind clouds. Slowly, I swung my legs over the edge of my mattress and stood. Walking over to my dresser, I retrieved a pair of lace batman underwear and a black lace bra.
I lived with my brother Chris. Yep, my brother was the one and only Chris Motionless.
He always leaves at seven a.m. on Saturdays so it didn't matter if I walked around nearly naked. I threw my hair up in a messy bun before walking down the dark hallway into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Opening a cabinet, I stepped on my tip toes until I reached the coffee mugs. I think Chris puts everything on high shelves just to laugh when I struggle to get them.
Before my heels made contact with the floor, a pair of warm, muscular hands ran up my hip, over my ribcage, and stopped at the straps of my bra.
"Get dressed up just for me?" I felt Josh's breath hot against my neck. I growled, turning around and pushing him a few feet away from me.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I spat while trying to cover myself, immediately selfconicous of my lack of clothing.
"You just look so..." He trailed off as a deep rumble came from his chest. His eyes were completely black and filled with lust.
Just to make things clear, I HATE Joshua Balz. And usually, he hates me as well. I don't know what had gotten into him today.
"Don't ever fucking touch me again, I WILL cut your dick off." I hissed at him.
"I knew you always wanted to get at my dick." He laughed. Rolling my eyes, I pushed passed him, back to my room to cover up.
I slipped into some clothes and walked into the bathroom attatched to my room, putting on some makeup. I straightened my hair and threw it into a beanie.
Walking back out, I finally poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down at one of the bar stools that lined the counter.
"Aw, you should have kept the clothes off." Josh pouted.
"Don't be such a douche. Why the fuck are you here? Chris isn't home." I growled.
"I know he isn't. That's why." The lust in his eyes returned. Putting down my coffee, I slid out of my seat.
"I'm going to the mall with Tyler if Chris asks." I grumbled, pushing past Josh to the door.
"Bye sexy!" He called out as I slammed the door behind me.
I stalked to my black '65 Chevelle Malibu SS, and even though I was angry, I gently closed the door. My car was my baby, I'd dreamed of owning one my whole life. My father and I had been restoring one for two years, but then he sold. I never forgave him for it, he knew how much the car meant to me.
I plugged my iPhone into the stereo and turned 'Under And Over It' by Five Finger Death Punch on as loud as it would let me. I started screaming along, not caring who heard me.
Pulling into the parking lot, I sat there for a few minutes, waiting for Tyler. I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and texted him.
-Hey babe <3 Almost there?-
My phone buzzed in reply.
-Turn around <3-
I unbuckled and stepped out of my car, careful not to hit the door against the car beside me. As soon as it was closed, a pair of arms laced around my waist pulling me close. Tyler nuzzled his face into my neck, giving me a gentle kiss. I giggled and spun around to look at him.
