NAJ Poth. Senior Year (Discontinued)

Chapter 24

Palette POV:

I had just left to sit and watch TV with Fell for a bit to let Goth get ready. Fell and I were talking for a little before I turned a certain way and he asked what was on my neck.

"What do you mean?" I ask standing up and walking to the mirror in the hallway.

"It looks like a bruise or mark, it wasn't there earlier," Fell explained.

After looking in the mirror a bit, I understood what he was getting at. I went from confused to mad. I took a deep breath trying to compose myself, until I gave in to my anger.

"GOOTTHHH!!" I yelled, Fell looked at me with confusion as I stormed toward the closet.

"Y-yes?" Goth stuttered.

"YOU GAVE ME A DAMN HICKEY!!" I yelled angrily at him as I walked into the closet. I hear Fell trying his best not to laugh.

"Oops... but now the floor below us knows..." He responded.

"Oh, crap." I realized my mistake, and regretted it, "You know what, I'm not even gonna cover it up, screw it!"

"Damn Palette," Fell said walking over, "If Muffet sees that, she'll want answers," he continued.

"True," Goth agreed.

"Well whatever, I'll take a scarf for if I need it, not to cover it up," I responded, heading over to my bag and pulling out a coat and scarf.

As Goth was just finishing up, I packed my bag and made sure I had everything, including my scarf. It was only now that I noticed that I was wearing Goth's shirt. I put down my bag and grabbed the collar of the shirt and took a deep breath, enjoying his smell. Only to notice Fell looking at me strangely.

"What?" I questioned.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Uh, smelling Goth's shirt? Is there something wrong with that?" I questioned.

"Of course not," Goth said, ready to go. He wrapped his arms around my waist and put his head on my shoulder, the side with the hickey. I intertwine my arms with his turning to face my bag. He hummed softly to me before un-expectantly biting on my neck, hard, making me gasp and push him off me.

"What the heck Goth!" I exclaimed. Holding my neck with both hands.

His only response was a smirk, Fell starting laughing. These two are horrendous. I felt violated, and couldn't brush the blush off my face. Now I have a bite mark on my neck.

"I feel the only place safe for my neck right now is in public so let's go guys," I suggested, making my way out of the room with the key, they stayed put watching me, "no seriously, get out."