Finally 18 (girlxgirl)

Chapter 35

.Alex's POV.

I quietly climb into the car, buckling up my seatbelt. Cooper does the same, staring outta the windshield.

"..I-"

"Fuckbuddies, Alex? Really?"

I say nothing.

"Why?"

"..it was like four years ago."

"So were all those world floods, but it's still fucking sad."

"Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad."

"Goo-"

"I'm fucking pissed."

"Whyy though?"

She looks at me. "DID YOU JUST ASK ME WHY?"

"No."

She sighs, looking out the window. "Whatever."

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

"Why are you so upset?" I groan.

"Because, Alex, I just met one of your old fuckbuddies!"

"But you're my new fuckbuddy!"

She looks at me, mouth gaping open.

I am such a fuck-up.

"That did not come out right, I did not mean it like that," I quickly say.

"Screw you."

"Cooper, please. You just left your wedding for this, let's not ruin it with arguing."

"You only say that because you hate it when I yell at you."

"No, I don't."

"I need to get this shit off!" she groans, pulling at her dress.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

"No, this forty pound, hot mess of poof is very comfortable," she snaps at me.

I sigh and pull my sweatshirt off over my head, handing it to her. "Put this on."

"What about you?" she asks, pointing to my chest. I sit in a black sports bra.

"I'll be fine. Just take off the dress and put it on."

"..you'll be walking around in your bra, Alex," she says.

"I won't be walking. I'll be driving. Just take the shirt, baby," I sigh.

She looks at me and then accepts the shirt. "Thanks."

"Yeah."

"..could you unzip this for me?" she asks as I start up the car.

"Sure."

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.Cooper's POV.

Alex reaches over and unzips the big monstrosity I'm forced to wear as clothing and I quickly slide it off. I toss it into the backseat and turn back to the front, realizing I only sit in pink panties.

Literally.

"Fuck," Alex says, looking me up and down with hungry eyes.

I blush, quickly pulling on the sweatshirt and pulling my knees to my chest and pulling the sweatshirt over to cover them.

"..sorry," I say.

"Not a problem."

I blush again, running a hand through my hair.