The Art Of Seduction ✓

|06| Consent

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Also pre-warning, for sexual themes. (Marked with an X)

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"Before I knew it, it was serious ."

5 Seconds of Summer

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ON MONDAY AFTER school, Kaden and I were tasked with cleaning Mr Richards classroom. I held the mop in my hand, Kaden across me. Despite the growing chill. I tried to look more sexier. I wore a shorter red skirt that was tight and hug to my skin. My top was a pretty white one that made my chest look bigger than a B cup. I often glanced at Kaden to see if he was glancing at me. Eventually, annoyance surged through me.

Why wasn't he looking?

I bent low, showed him more than he'd ask for. I ruffled my hair often, trying to see if I arranged my hair differently if he'd look, and every time he didn't even bother to. I scowled, shoving the mop with more force than necessary into the bucket. The slosh of water was briefly satisfying till the water hit my socks. "Oh bloody fucking hell," I grumbled stepping several steps away and staring annoyed at my disgusting wet socks.

I went to an empty table taking off the offending socks. When I looked up, I spot Kaden looking at me. Our eyes met briefly before Kaden glanced away. Kaden did not just glance away. He was the kind of guys who thought every girl loved him, the kind with a walk that implied the owned the place and the kind who when made eye contact, would hold it till the girl looked away.

I put my wet socks away, trying not to grin at the slight success. We still hadn't spoken. It was like he was trying to forget what had happened the past Friday. It felt like the elephant in the room as we worked in silence.

"Nowell," I called out.

Kaden met my eyes.

"If you won't tell, do you mind if I play a song?"

His lips curled up.

Arrogant little prick.

"Why Lewitt," He said mockingly, "are you asking for my permission?"

Fuck you, I shrugged, "Frankly, It'll help drown out the sound of your depression."

He raised up his two hands, smiling in that calculating way of his. "I'm not the one missing practice today."

I scowled, a quip at the tip of my tongue, but I pressed my lips tightly shut turning around aggressively mopping the floor. I hated him, absolutely completely and irreversibly, how had I briefly thought otherwise? The car ride seemed so long ago. He was Kaden, not some knight in dashing armour. He was the most infuriating boy I'd ever meet.

We worked in silence, before a song played from Kaden's phone. I glanced up to look at him, recognising the song effortlessly, annoyance burning through me. "Could you pick up your phone?" I snapped.

"I'm playing a song," Kaden said, "Since you want to drown out your depression."

"Can't you play any other fucking song that's not from bloody Nicki Minaj?"

Kaden smiled, "Nope."

Then he had the audacity to sing along. "My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't," he said shaking his butt as he moved across the floor mopping. When our eyes met again, he grinned singing louder, "My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun!"