Fatal Attractions

VII

"As families prepare for the Winter festival, city officials prepare to secure the site to prevent unprecedented terrorist attacks." That's what they're calling Hypothermia now, a terrorist. I guess it suits him, but it will only make him more upset.

"Want me to get you another bag of fish sticks?"

"I'm good," I said as I stood up from my spot on the couch, turning off the TV. "It's feeling better."

"Still doesn't mean you're going to the Winter festival." Aubrey chastised, coming out of her room fully dressed in her glorious, ass hugging suit, minus her half dead boots. It was weird seeing her without them, they always completed the outfit.

"Yes I am." I smiled at her, her eyebrows raising to her hairline. "Calm down, I'm not working tonight. I'm going with Blake."

"Blake huh?" She grinned at me.

I started to walk into my bedroom, only with a slight limp. "Yeah," I shrugged, smirking. "Blake." I liked feeling his name on my tongue. It was like biting into a cherry.

Before I got the chance to see her reaction, I went into my room to get changed.

I switched my outfit six times before I could decide what to wear. With trying to hide my ankle with long, flared pants and still trying to look sexy without a bulge in my ankle, it was difficult trying to find the right clothes.

I settled on a white blouse layered with a leather jacket, and skinny jeans that I had cuffed at the bottom so it wouldn't hug my ankle which was hidden inside a pair of calf high boots.

"Aubs, I'm going now!" I yelled to her from the front door, slinging my purse over my shoulder. I had stashed my taser in there in just in case it was needed, and if Blake tried to get frisky.

"Don't get brutally murdered and turned into a mannequin!"

I laughed at her comment as I left, taking the elevator down to the lobby.

Just as the doors were about to close, an arm stuck through the opening.

They slid open again for Gigi to come in, dressed in her usual black attire.

Her face twisted into a disappointed grimace, which I'm assuming was because I was in the elevator with her.

I could tell she was doing everything in her power to ignore me, but I wouldn't let her.

"How are you doing?" I asked with a smile. She had been surprisingly nice to me lately, I decided to return the favor.

She glared at me. "Just great."

"Going to the festival?"

She nodded, picking her fingernails.

I figured I had tortured her enough so I stopped talking, and was surprised when she continued the conversation.

"So, Blake Rockwell... I used to think you had good taste in men." She said monotonously.

I felt a little offended by that. "Blake isn't what everyone thinks."

The elevator dinged and the doors open.

"Neither am I." She looked at me with a boring stare one last time before stepping out of the elevator.

I'm not sure what to take from that last statement, but all I knew was that my eye would be out for her.

I took a bus from my apartment to the city square where the festival was taking place, thrumming with excitement.

Tonight was going to be an eventful night, I could feel it in the atmosphere. Hopefully Blake and I could prove everyone wrong and have an incredible first date, and hopefully Hypothermia would prove me wrong and stay home tonight.