The Heir's Little Badass

20: SO SHIT AT MAKE-UP, IT'S A TALENT

"Ughhhhhh"

I collapse on my bed, face down, completely spent.

Instantly, my mind goes to Ethan and our conversation earlier. I groan at how sure he was that I didn't want to hang out with him.

With a sigh, I sit up and place the new ice pack to my throbbing eye, as my shit luck tonight would have it, it slips right through my hands and lands on the floor beside my bed.

I let out a loud long groan staring at the annoying ice pack I hate but need.

"I swear tonight is not my night" I mutter bending down to pick the ice pack up. I stop when I see a piece of paper next to it, almost under the bed.

I pick both the ice pack and the piece of paper then position myself on my bed.

The paper is folded and when I open it, its filled with words.

Ugh words!

I instantly recognise Cameron's annoyingly beautiful handwriting and Ethan's?

I frown when I confirm that its in fact Ethan's.

Why were my brother and Ethan sending notes?

I sigh when I realize I have to read everything.

"You're an artist, you live and breathe the concept of lines, use that"

I small smile appears on my face when he's beautiful voice replays in my mind.

With some struggle I manage to read their conversation and I'm at loss for words, hell I'm at loss for a reaction.

Hey Cameron

Ethan Black why the hell are you sending me a letter in Math?

Don't flatter yourself Cooper I want to ask you something.

You coulda just asked it man why'd you send it back? I swear if anyone asks me if I'm gay after this I'll kill you.

Whatever. Okay so what kind of movies does Dylan like?

Why do you want to know?

Because we're going to the movies.

Really? You asked her and she said yes?