FRIENDSHIP

Chapter 12- Kaylah

•KAYLAH•

"Fucking hate Kam! I hate how he treats me! Im not a kid! I can handle myself!" I angrily muttered to myself while roughly pulling my dress off.

Knock Knock

"If it's Kam—go away." I shouted.

"Can I get a minute to talk, at least." He groaned and I smiled already knowing why he wants to talk.

"Fine." I sighed.

He walked in slowly while I pulled my pants on and flopped on my bed. "What?"

"Im sorry." He murmured barely audible.

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry for embarrassing you, kinda, sorry for ruining your night, your fun, your chances of getting laid." He apologized louder and I smiled widely at him.

"Aww Kam. It's okay." I nodded patting a spot on my bed for him to sit on. He reluctantly moved to the spot and sat, pulling off his snapback to scratch his head.

He frowned at me and raised an eyebrow. "You forgave me way to easily."

"What? You want me to punch you in the stomach and curse you out?" I questioned chuckling lighly.

He nodded. "Ya actually I did."

"Well then." I shrugged punching him in the stomach. "Asshole! You ruined my night and now you just want to apologize like I'll forgive you that easily. You dumb, shit! Eat ass and die for all I care." I shouted all in one breath breathing heavily after then smiling. "Better?"

"Better." He nodded groaning clutching his stomach.

"Oh man up. That wasn't even my hardest punch." I rolled my eyes and got off my bed to look for a shirt.

"What? That was not a soft punch." He clarified and I just shrugged. "So you forgive me?"

"Ya. I know your just being protective and now you owe me." I smirked throwing the shirt over my head and letting it rest there before I put my hands on my hips. "Start thinking of ways to owe me."

"I knew there was something behind this." I laughed at his comment then fixed the shirt properly on my body.

He had his thinking face on. "Umm...I'll make dinner tomorrow if Kammy still dosent come." He suggested.

I thought about it before I nodded.  "That's fine. Another suggestion."

"Mmm...I'll let you spend as much time in the bathroom as you want, without interrupting for the whole week." He insisted.

I nodded. "Yup. That works. Another one."

"What? I cant think of anything else." He threw his hands up in the air for dramatic affect but I ignored it and shrugged.

"You shouldve let me drink my life away, get some dick, wake up somewhere that isnt my hom and have a major hangover."

"And all that sounds like fun to you?" He asked raising a question eyebrow at me.

"Yup. Except the hangover. That will never be fun." I commented. "Now, think of something else."

"I dont know what you want!" He exclaimed, frustration written all over his face.

"You know what I want!" I exclaimed equally as frustrated.

"Fine! You can walk around half-naked, for 1 week." He sighed face palming himself after.

"2 weeks." I insisted making him groan and run his hand down his face.

"Fine! 2 week." He confirmed. "I'm so gonna refret this."