Immaculate Deceivers | ✓

Ch.23 | PMS-ing

I M M A C U L A T E

D E C E I V E R S

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I normally liked Thursdays, because it's the day before Friday and that much closer to the weekend.

This particular Thursday is one that I hated, and the reason for that is I'm currently at Connors house helping Arabelle with her assignment, and Connor won't stop staring at me.

He's literally on the other side of the room, just watching his little sister and me.

Creep.

"Can you, not?" I suddenly blurted out.

Connor raised his eyebrows.

"Can I not, what?" He mocked.

"Stare at me." I glared.

"Who says I'm staring at you? Maybe I'm staring at the wall behind you? Maybe I'm enjoying my little sister learn something new. Maybe I just went temporarily blind and couldn't control my eyes?" He smirked.

I couldn't help but smile. "You are so annoying."

"You both are disgusting. Just go make out already." Arabelle sighed.

I gave her a pointed look. "We are not making out ever." I said.

I noticed Connor stiffen a little at my words, but he quickly recovered.

"Yeah Bell, girls have cooties." Connor joked.

"Oh yeah? If girls have cooties then how come I saw you with your tongue down Marissa's throat last night?" Arabelle smirked toward her older brother.

I let out a fake laugh, but on the inside I felt something cold and icy brewing.

"Yeah, like you could possibly know that." Connor nervously chuckled.

"Maybe next time you'll shut your bedroom door all the way." Arabelle shrugged simply.

"Maybe you should mind your business and you wouldn't see things that you aren't supposed to." Connor replied with an annoyed expression.

"Hey, this isn't just your house you know. Besides, my bedroom is further down the hallway, so I always pass your room whenever I go downstairs." She smiled wide.

"Creep." Connor mumbled as he got up and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Bell, I'm going to get a drink. Want something?" I asked.

"Sure, apple juice please!" She smiled in reply.

"You got it." I smiled back, standing up to head into the kitchen with Connor.

"So, Marissa huh?" I smirked, trying to pretend that it didn't bother me.

Maybe Mark was right? No, what am I saying? I love Mark. Dammit.

"Oh whatever. That little girl gives no one their privacy." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I remember." I laughed, thinking about a time when Arabelle almost walked in on Connor and I as we were just about to do the deed.

Connor smiled and then opened the fridge. "Let me guess, a glass of iced tea and an apple juice for Bell?"

I smiled back with a nod. "Correct." I like that he still knows exactly what I like. Of course, how could he forget after all the time that we were together?