The Bunny Queen and Her King

Chapter Twelve: Perfect

XAVIER

I was going to lose her.

All I had been doing was helping Cookie out. Just goes to show where being the good guy takes you.

“What do we do now?” Cookie asked sadly as Candy and them walked away, laughing.

“Bunny will believe us if we explain everything to her,” I reassured. “Where is she?”

“In gym.”

“Then let’s go find her.”

Cookie nodded, and we started walking toward the gymnasium. Cookie seemed very upset. She looked at me hopefully, and I realized that she had just come up with a plan to save my relationship with Bunny, and, ultimately, their friendship.

“If I can get into the locker room, I can delete the picture off of Bunny’s phone.”

That seemed like a great plan. I picked the lock on the girls’ locker room. Then Cookie went in, and quickly returned with Bunny’s pink phone.

She looked at me, white as a sheet as she said, “I don’t know Bunny’s password.” She sat down, and buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without her!” She started crying.

I thought about it for a moment. If I was Bunny, what would my password to my phone be? “Try 2869.”

She pushed the buttons. “Wow, it worked.” She quickly found the picture of us exiting the janitor’s closet. “And…delete.”

We high-fived.

“There’s my phone!” Bunny said, snatching it out of Cookie’s hands. “Thanks, Cookie. I thought I lost it.”

I sighed with relief. My mate would never suspect us to be doing something we shouldn’t.

“So, Bunny,” I said, flashing her a smile, “would you like to do something this Friday?”

She nodded eagerly. “Sure.” She grinned at me. “See you then.”

Her and Cookie linked arms before walking away. Ah, that’s my girl.

* * * * * *

I was driving over to Bunny’s. I was nervous. What if I met her mom? Or worse, her dad? God, I hated meeting dads. They always scared me.

I walked up the porch steps, and knocked on the door. Trey opened the door.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Nice to see you, too,” I said teasingly.

“BUNNY! Your boyfriend’s here!” Trey yelled as he let me in. I winced at the volume.

Bunny came running down the steps, smiling. She looked amazing. A red dress that flattered her figure and clung to every curve. She was wearing heels, too, which added about two inches to her regular height.

“You look…beautiful,” I said, dazed by how gorgeous she looked.

She blushed. “You look pretty good yourself.”

I actually felt underdressed in my jeans and t-shirt. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and escorted her to my truck that seemed misplaced in the fancy neighborhood. It seemed like I didn’t belong with Bunny’s lifestyle.

I opened the door to my truck, and Bunny hopped in with a, “Thank you.” I hopped in myself, and prayed that my truck would work. With all the medical bills, I didn’t have the money to get it checked like I usually did. Lucky for me, my old truck decided to work for my date. We peeled out of the subdivision.