"Grayson Stone, damn," Chris whistles softly, standing in the doorway with his hands in his suit pants' pockets.
"Leave," I gesture to the girl, and she hurriedly walks over to the door, moving around Chris to exit after giving me an apologetic look. I nod at her and move my gaze back over to Chris.
"You perv, at least let me put my shit on," I can't help but grin. It's been so long since I've seen him.
"Oh come on, not like I haven't seen everything before. 4th grade pool party."
I can feel my face flush in embarrassment. I suppose I still am the little girl I was back then- the one whose bikini decided to be too big for her last minute and expose her to the world.
"Oh shut up," I hiss, and he chuckles but turns around anyway. I quickly pull my fishnets back on and put on my red dress.
"Alright," I say, and he turns around. His stare lingers on my bust and I throw a shoe at him in rage which hits him square in the chest.
"OW?!" He says quiestioningly, brushing off the print on his suit the first thing. I roll my eyes.
"Why are you in a suit?"
He closes the door behind him.
"Haven't you heard? I'm the CEO of SCENE now."
"Haha, right," I say sarcastically, hopping on and sitting on the desk.
"I'm serious," he says with a smirk, walking over and pulling a card out of his suit pocket. I examine it.
Holy shit, he's not lying.
"This could easily be a fake."
"You're as cynical as you've always been," he laughs, then leans in and pecks my cheek. I smirk at him.
"I missed that smirk," he says in good humour. I grin and shake my head.
"Why are you even here?"
"I heard you were going to be here."
"Seriously? Who told you?"
"Joy. The girl you just banged. Good job on that one by the way, been trying to score myself. You got there first."
I roll my eyes. "Just because I don't have morals, don't mean you shouldn't, kid."
"You're only freaking 5 months older," he whines like a little kid, and it makes me laugh. This is like the old times.
"What did she say about me?" I bite my lip and lay back on my hands, grinning up at him. He shakes his head and smirks.
"Some chick who was apparently hitting on her. But she remembered your name. That means she was interested."
"Of course she was interested, Chris. I literally just fucked her."
"Right," he exhales, shaking his head.
"What did your mom say about you being a lesbian?"
I frown.
"Kay, first of all, I'm bi. Second, you should know my mom was never judgmental."
He raises an eyebrow. "Never told her, huh?"
I forgot how well he knows me.
"Do you know where Luna and Landon are?" I ask out of the blue.
"Yeah, I do. We're gonna go pick them up."
"What? They know about you?"
"Not yet," he smiles.
