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By the way, sorry for not updating this story in a while. I've been caught up with summer school. Also, I think I am going to be focusing on this story and my other story, "Power And Control" from now on. I have another story called "Money Power Glory" which is a Draco Malfoy story, but I don't think I will be working on that for a while.
Octavia's P.O.V.
After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body, blow dried my hair, and then walked to my bedroom. Both going out for a run and the long shower made me feel quite tired. I lazily put on skinny jeans, a tank top, and a leather jacket.
It's a bit chilly today.
To get ready, I painted on a thin wing of black eyeliner and topped that with my favorite mascara. I also applied some highlighter to my cheeks and nose bridge. My digital clock read 10:23.
Ugh, I really want coffee.
I take my Starbucks gold card and my iPhone out of my purse. I decide that I could ask Joji where the closest Starbucks is. I make my way out of my bedroom. Lately, I've been feeling shy around him. We haven't known each other for that long, but I know a lot about him. And honestly, I am not a shy person at all. I consider myself very outgoing around everyone, but... I don't know. He makes me feel different.
Closing my bedroom door, I shove the card and my phone into the back left pocket of my jeans. I walk casually to the kitchen, and then into the lounge area with the big couch and TV. Joji is sitting there, scrolling on his phone while the TV plays commercials.
"Hi." I say, slowly stepping into the room. At the sound of my voice, he gives me his attention and takes in my appearance. Giving me a smile, he pats the cushion next to him, motioning me to sit with him, and I do so.
"Hey," he replies softly, although his voice is very deep. Joji puts his hand on my knee and turns his phone off. "What's up?" he questions, relaxing next to me.
I push my hair back with my hand and ask, "Is there a Starbucks near here? I could really go for a coffee."
The dark-haired man nods, and slowly starts to move his hand to my lower thigh, as if I wouldn't notice.
You sneaky bastard.
"I can take you there if you want," he offers, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Okay," I whisper, putting my hand on top of his. I take it and stand up, letting go when he stands too. Then, I hear him say something under his breath - something that I couldn't really understand.
