(Spin-off of Imaginary, more so specifically it's second book, Severity)
Cleo Vexer, a problematic teenage girl, is the sensation of your average pessimist and mediocre criminal. Still having to survive the rest of her senior year bitter and lonely...
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I plunge small, silver hoop earrings into my ears before I hear a knock on the door at seven o'clock on Friday night.
I walk out of my bathroom, fixing my bouncy curls to become more like waves. I take a glance in the full body mirror I have in my bedroom, studying myself in the light grey dress I wore.
It was one of the few items of clothing I had that wasn't green.
Though around my neck was the necklace Winsley gave me during class some weeks ago, the green leaf pendant hanging from its chain.
I grab my purse and the black coat folded around a chair in the dining table before opening the door.
"Are you ready for a date, Cleo Vexer?"
"I am when we get dinner." I said, walking out of my apartment and locking the door behind me.
We walked down the hallway and reached the elevator. We step inside.
"No more surprises," I said sternly, leaning against the side of the elevator. "This is going to barely be the scrape of an actual date, so no more cliché shenanigans."
"But where's the fun in that?" Caslon whined.
I playfully rolled my eyes. "I don't know if you've realized, but when it comes to surprises, it's no fun to the girl. You are just slowly killing my patience."
The elevator door opened to the lobby.
Caslon chuckled, a lopsided grin forming on his face. "You are something special, Vex."
"So you say," I commented as we walked outside the apartment complex and into Caslon's car.
To pass time within the traffic, an endless conversation had been tossed between us during the time. I had been so allured into Caslon's story that I didn't notice the car stop.
"We're here, food as promised." Caslon said as he started to get out of the car.
I looked down in my lap as I watched him from my peripheral, quickly rushing to open the door on my side of the car. I suppressed my smile for a bit.
"How sweet," I eased a smile as I grabbed his hand lent out to me.
I go to pull my hand away when he closes the door shut, but he keeps his grasp on it.
Caslon chuckles quietly and grins.
I twirl my fork into the remainder of my pasta, laughing at Caslon's lame joke.
I shook my head laughing. "You are ridiculous."
A lopsided smile tugged his lips. "But that's what makes me so likable."
"Sure it does." I rolled my eyes jokingly.
After we finished our meals - and had a miniature battle over the bill, a battle he unfortunately won - we walked outside hand in hand.
"Where are going?" I questioned as we passed the car. When there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, I gave him a pointed look. "And don't say it's a surprise."
"Okay fine," Caslon caved in. "We are going to a bakery since I know you love sweets."
I smiled at the imagery in my head of baked goods.
"That sounds heavenly." I spoke dreamily, my voice the weight of feathers.
"Lucky for you it's right by the Italian restaurant." Caslon pointed out.
As we turned the corner, I quickly pulled him back with me.
"What are you -" I slapped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything, and placed my index finger over my lips to signal him to keep quiet.
I slowly peeked out from the side of the wall, my eyes in disbelief at the sight.
On a table in front of the bakery, was my best friend, Sicily Wells, locking lips with Oliver Walkley.
