Running Low - Shawn Mendes

Chapter 9: I'm screwed

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~Adeline's POV~

"Colton!" I whined from the bottom of the stairs. All I wanted to do was take a shower before I head to the store with Mae but, no. I have to wait until the whole upstairs is cleaned for his precious girlfriend.

"Addie, sweetie can you come here for a minute?" Clarice yelled from the kitchen. I groaned before rolling off the couch.

"What's up?" I questioned, jumping onto the counter. Mom just laughed and rolled her eyes.

"I need you." She said and I jumped down.

"In what way? Because I'm not into women like that." I said, causing her to laugh. Sometimes, I can't even handle my own humor.

"Can you help me? I need for you to try this on." She said, holding up this beautiful maroon shirt that was bare on the shoulders and had a deep v-neck.

"No." I spoke firmly. No way in hell am I going to model for her.

"Please." She whined, causing me to laugh. She never whines.

"I'm not a model." I spoke, looking down briefly towards my body noticing how out of shape I was. Damn, I better go to the gym soon.

"You don't have to be a model to try this on." She said, pushing the outfit towards me. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I was expecting you to say something like, 'Oh, of course you're a model sweetie!' You know, trying to boost my self confidence?" Sarcasm. Nothing but sarcasm.

"Put it on." She groaned looking me in the eyes as I groaned in response. I grabbed the stupid shirt and turned around before she cleared her throat. She stood there with a tight ass black skater skirt in her hands and a smug look on her face.

"I hate you." I mumbled with a slight smile on my face before grabbing the skirt, stomping off. I'm so close to just dressing like a boy.

"No you don't!" She yelled back, but I was already heading towards my room to try on the stupid outfit.

"Damn." I exhaled as I looked at myself in the mirror. I turned my body to the side to look at it from a different angle.

"Damn." I said again. The maroon shirt clung to my chest and draped slightly across my shoulders, showing off every curve of my body. Then, the black skirt came about mid-thigh and formed to my body perfectly. I should just take this outfit and never tell her. She wouldn't notice, right?

"Okay...shoes." I mumbled to myself as I walked into my closet. I started scanning my heels until I found my maroon pumps that matched the shirt perfectly. I grabbed them before heading down the stairs.

"Hello Mrs. Causley." The deep, sexy voice from the bottom of the stairs spoke. Shit, why is he here?

Instantly I felt self conscious and turned back around heading to my room. Why the hell does he do this to me? Just a minute ago I felt hot at hell, what happened to that confidence? I locked my door and leaned against it, just to be sure he doesn't find me. Minutes passed before I finally unlocked my door, slowly opening it. Good. No one in the hallway. I walked to the top of the stairs and leaned against the railing, trying to hear if he was still downstairs. Nothing. Well maybe he's in Col-