Stuck Up Meets Crazy. [COMPLETED]

SIX

Cara exits her room, feeling frustrated and defeated. If it were up to her, she'd stay in her bedroom as a protest, but this is bigger than her—it's for her mum.

Groggily, she heads toward the stairs, humming "Paradise" by Baazi. She spots a room out of the corner of her eye and glances back to see if Jon is following. No one is there.

Cara shouldn't enter the room, but when has she ever done what she's supposed to? Whistling, she slips into the plain-colored room, which looks boring. It has to be Xander's room.

She shuts the door slowly as an idea forms in her mind—one that's not likely to end well.

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Less than twenty minutes later, Cara returns to the garden. Xander looks up from his phone and sees Cara wearing his Nike hoodie. He clenches his fist, trying to calm down, only to hurt his hand in the process. It's incredible how much she can annoy him.

Cara enters the shade, aware of his gaze but choosing to ignore it. She grabs a glass of juice, feeling parched from her antics.

"Is that my hoodie?" Xander's voice is tight with irritation. "Did you go into my room?"

Cara meets his angry stare, feeling a twinge of regret. Why does she always do these things?

Rule number 1: Don't enter his boring room. Rule number 2: Don't wear his clothes.

She watches him close his eyes, trying to calm himself. She just wanted the last laugh, not to get herself in trouble. Cara takes a sip of her juice, trying to steady her nerves.

Xander's eyes snap open, making Cara spill juice on the black hoodie. "Bad Cara, bad bad Cara."

Xander takes a sharp breath. Even before the juice incident, he knew the hoodie was ruined. "I'm so sorry," Cara says, setting the glass down and frantically dabbing at the hoodie. "Shit," she mutters, only making it worse.

"Keep it," Wilder says, tossing the newspaper he had on his lap onto the table before standing up.

"It looks expensive. Are you sure?" Cara asks, glancing at Xander, who gives her a look that says he won't repeat himself.

"Let's go," Xander says, obviously irritated. Cara picks up an apple from the table, taking a bite.

"Aren't you going to change?" Xander's irritation is clear.

"Nah, it's black. Who will notice?" Cara says, walking past him. His neat-freak tendencies are amusing.

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"Come on in," the voice says as Cara and Alex enter the office. The young female doctor greets Alex with a bright smile but barely acknowledges Cara.

"Please take a seat," she gestures to the chairs across from her, her attention fixed on Alex.

Cara feels a pang of unease. Can this day get any stranger?

Alex sits down, unbuttoning his suit, oblivious to the doctor's infatuation. "So, artificial insemination?" she asks, dragging out the words as her gaze shifts from Alex to Cara. "And you want her to be your carrier?" Her smile fades as she looks at Cara.

The doctor, Gwen, had canceled all her appointments yesterday after Alex called. She even had her hair highlighted and makeup done, excited that Liza was out of the picture. Now, seeing Cara, she is less thrilled, feeling that Cara doesn't deserve Alex.

Gwen searches for a word to describe Cara's look. "Cute," she says, though it sounds forced.

Cara's smile fades. Did she just call her cute?