The Bad Boy's Kitten

Chapter 7:The Bad Boy and The Mortifying Dinner Part I

Chapter 7: The Bad Boy and The Mortifying Dinner

(UNEDITED)

That day I went back home in a haze. Spend the night in a haze. You may be thinking that I'm overreacting but God knows what weird things Parker could've told his parents. However, I must admit, I do find it rather cute that his parents want to get to know me. It's not like Parker and I are something. The only thing we are committed to is some sort of absurd friendship so why is there this unexplainable, nervous feeling I can't shake off. Fingers crossed I don't make a fool out of myself on that evening.

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I awake with the deafening alarm blaring into the side of my ear and I resist the urge to smash my dear phone against the wall and fall back into my trance. Instead, dismissing the alarm, I sit up and lean my back against the cloud-like bedhead behind me. In attempt to rub the drowsiness away with the back of my hand, I swiftly unlock my phone and spend the next ten minutes or so going through my notifications.

Letting out a yawn, I extend my legs out, stretching them until the tips of my toes meet the cold timber floor and allow my arms and back to extend and stretch to its far extent before heading to the bathroom to freshen up for today. Phone in hand, I jaunt towards the bathroom. Whilst brushing all corners of my teeth, I tap the home button of my phone to display the time.

8:30 am

I have more than enough time. My classes don't begin until 10:45 am so right now, I have all the time in the world to comfortably get ready for school. Spitting out the remnants of the toothpaste foam from my mouth, I quickly gargle water several times before splashing the cold liquid all over my face, allowing me to feel fully refreshed and awake.

After moisturising my face and hands, I go back to my room to pick out my attire for today. I'm thinking simple and cute. After rummaging through my wardrobe, I managed to pull out a beige, coffee-coloured sweater which I purposely bought two sizes bigger. This was paired with plain black leggings and my signature worn out converses. Leaving them aside, I peer into the mirror beside my study table and struggle to tame my lion's mane, or in other words, my extremely tangled hair. Letting out a big sigh, I comb through all sections of my hair. I settle on a single fish braid that'll sit over my right shoulder.

Once I achieved that, I apply some BB cream on my face, light and simple eyeshadow, mascara, did my eyebrows so they looked nice and defined and finished it off with a light nude lipstick.

Stripping out of my current clothes, I effortlessly slip into my chosen outfit. I fetch my bad from the floor, ensuring I had all my work ready and in my bag before swinging it over my shoulder. Sauntering contently downstairs towards the kitchen, I come to the decision that I should make myself a tasty, wholesome breakfast. Hence, I figured that I'd make myself a peanut butter and chocolate smoothie. Pulling the blender out from the cupboard, gathered all the ingredients and blended all elements together until smooth and thick. Pouring the appealing looking liquid in a glass, I sprinkle some chia seeds and coconut shreds on top. I quickly wash the blender and assort everything back into its usual place, eager to indulge myself into the delish meal in a glass.

Comfortably seating myself on the couch, I switch the television on and selected a random channel which is currently broadcasting news. Sipping on to the smoothie, I glance to the clock only to see that there was at least one hour left till my first class. Letting out a deep huff, I chug down the last quarter of the drink and wonder how I'll spend the next 40 minutes.

The rest of the week passed by in a haze and before I knew it, I was greeted by the fluctuated Saturday. Saying that I was anxious would be an understatement. I was literally not able to shake the feeling off that I was going to appear as a joke. My ear catches the little bell my phone makes when I receive a notification and I saunter towards it, my head hanging in shame. Once I press the button of my phone, I am revealed with the message icon, however the content is hidden as I do not prefer people snooping around and invading my privacy. Opening the message app, I see that the message is from Parker.