Match Made in Money

8: Skinny Dipping

This chapter is a bit... Crazy? ;)

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CHAPTER EIGHT

*SKY'S POV*

"Yeah!!! Cheers!" Kendra raised a toast looking wasted and deranged.

I'm still not giddy or numb though, I only gulped beer from my cup little by little, just to be sure that these two girls have someone who will let them sleep sound tonight. I may lose sight of them and found Cass with a cut wrist bleeding to death. Okay, so maybe I'm overreacting, but it's the worst case scenario.

Cass sipped her beer slowly too, like drinking coffee. While Kendra had lots of rounds on her hands already.

I looked away the moment Cass glanced at my direction, I don't want to get caught staring at her like reading her mind, she might mistaken it for something else. You can't blame me, I got so curious about her life story since this afternoon.

"Hey, Kendra!" I called. "You better sleep now." Hoping to sweep away Cass' suspicion from me.

"O-okay!" Then she hiccupped. "B-But you carry me to bed." She added with her eyes half-open, grinning wide and fussing over me.

I held her shoulder and let her sit back on the chair. "No, who says I'm carrying you?" I sneered and laid flat on the couch with my beer standing on my belly, gripped on my hands. She remained silent for a while and began singing tunes after, swaying her hands and dancing. She's so drunk.

Kendra's pretty good too, look at those curves.

I thought as I eyed her moving crazy in the room.

"I do." I lightly bounced as Cass overlooked at me and picked up the cup of beer off my hand. "Go on. Off you go."

I stood up peeved and pulled my shirt down to fix it. I carelessly carried Kendra showing Cass that I'm mocking her, that I don't want to carry her best friend.

It's 11:59 in the evening, one more minute and I'm free from the slavery of this girl. Hey wait... Who said I'm her slave?

"No way." I lost my grip on Kendra's waist making her fall on the floor. "Oh, shit."

"What's wrong with you? You're hurting my best friend!" She came over to me and helped me carry her unconscious friend to bed. Kendra's right arm over mine and left over hers.

We're both grunting irately because of Kendra's weight. For a skinny girl she's like heavier than me!

Our heads were turned back from each other’s faces trying to avoid the annoyance of its view. I brushed my hair irately every time I falsely catch a glimpse of her. The odd thing is, every time I cocked my head to her direction our eyes always met.

She's stealing a glimpse of me too.

"What?!" She exclaimed when I gave her a raised brow.

"Nothing!"

"Hmp!" She contemptuously glared away from me.

There were even times we struggled to get Kendra to stood straight and accidentally held each other’s hands. Which of course we let go immediately.

At last, Kendra's been threw onto the bed, both I and Cass sighed in relief and sat on the edge of it. Then silence took over. All we can hear is the heavy breathing from the drunken girl who's probably swimming into a deep sleep by now. Here we are again, playing the i-caught-you-looking-at-me game.