The Bad Girl Wears Pink ☑️

Chapter Twenty

◆ OSWALD'S P.O.V ◆
- CONTINUED -

Secret groaned and tripped over her own two feet as I helped up. She stumbled off to the side once more and I caught her before she could plummet to the ground.

"Do you even know her name?" She randomly questions.

"Her name's Amethyst."

Secret just stared at me. She swayed a bit from side to side and buckled over thin air.

"Why am I even telling you this you're drunk," I mutter.

Oddly enough she reminded of a small child learning to walk for the first time. She stumbled again and again and throwing her hands our in an attempt not to fall over. I held her to make sure she didn't go diving to the ground.

"I have to admit your acting also earned me her number Secret."

I held a tighter grip around her waist to stop her from swaying.

"Let's celebrate!" she announces drunkenly and I had to hold tightly to keep her from crashing to the ground with her new found enthusiasm.

"No way, you're too intoxicated to even drink water Secret. I'm taking you home."

She frowned and cursed under her breath. Secret looked up at me confused when she heard me chuckle. She may have thought she was cursing softly but she wasn't, she had spoken loudly enough for me to hear her calling me a wet blanket and a buzz kill. An unreadable expression crossed her face.

"Stand still for a second," I instruct and she did even though she seemed as if she was about to collapse any second.

I scooped her up off the ground and into my arms easily as if she was a sheet of paper. Feather light, she flung her arms around my neck and held on. I doubted she weighed more than a hundred pound.

"Carry me, I'm a bad bad princess," she mumbles into my chest.

I snicker and she raised her head to look at me.

"Yes you are," I agree.

She dropped her eyes and went back to swinging her legs slow and rhythmically as I carried her to the car.

"You smell good," she compliments sniffing me.

"Thanks."

"Like muffins," she adds.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I had a crazy fantasy of becoming a muffin once," Secret discloses, "with a cape and frosting for hair."

I glanced down at her face and she peered back at me with a child's innocence and I cracked a smile.

"Are you high?"

"I dunno I can't feel my feet," she mumbles.

I walked carefully to avoid me tripping and causing the both of us to plummet to the ground. Some parts only the moon illuminated weakly or a headlight. There were cars lining both sides of the street, going in either direction. I made my way to where we had left the car not far from the house.

"You want to become a cupcake?" I ask keeping the conversation going.

"A muffin," she mutters into my chest.

"I think you mean a cupcake really."

"Oswald Seymour are you hearing me?" she questions drunkenly, "I want to be a damn muffin."

I should never have left her alone.

We neared the car and I made it to the passenger side and opened the door. Carefully I set her inside. Once she was inside I reached across to buckle the seat belts.