Dear, Bunny

『🐰9』

K A T H L E E N

The room is completely dark except for the glow coming from the television. It was officially Monday morning and I bailed on school. Even though it's our first day back from break I needed some time for myself.

|FLASHBACK|

I leaned against the bar and raised my glass to the bartender, silently asking for another drink. I sighed, clearly didn't want to be here. My friends had forced me out to this club after my break up with Jade.

My friends told me not to wallow in self-pity and feel sorry for myself. According to them, I needed to get out and find someone new.

Not much of a drinker, I place the glass down. I glanced to my right and saw a girl staring at me. She looked close to my age. I blushed as I saw her slowly size me up, tracing her eyes up and down my body. She licked her lips.

Catching her eye, the girl smirked. "You don't look old enough to be here."

"I could say the same about you," I say—feeling brave.

She laughs. "I won't tell if you won't. How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen, but I'll be turning nineteen in another month. How old are you?" I ask.

"Eighteen,"she smiles, placing her hand on my forearm. "You don't look very happy to be here."

"I'm not."

"Why?"

I swiveled in my stool to face the pretty girl, our knees brushed together slightly. "My friends forced me to come out instead of staying at home and eating ice cream because my girl-"

The girl smirk faltered when I almost said the word 'girlfriend', but it recovered quickly. "Well that's her problem. Who would be willing to give up a beautiful girl like you." She leaned forward, giving me a peak at her cleavage, and patted my knee, leaving it there.

"I-" I got cut off.

"Want to go back to my place?" She asked bluntly, staring seductively.

My eyes widened. I wanted to scream yes but I didn't want to come over as too forward. "I- I..."

"Don't worry, nothing like that," she assures me, winking. "We'll just talk, you know? About that stupid girlfriend of yours..."

I thought for a minute before nodding my head hesitantly, "Yeah, okay," and letting myself be dragged out of the club.

I stood awkwardly in her home. It was pretty big for one person. How can she afford to live here!? What was I doing here? I didn't even know this girl's name, for God's sake!

"The names Bunny? Why my mother name me that, I have no idea. Maybe because they're her favorite." She smiles grabbing ahold of my hand—sitting me down on the couch.

It surprisingly fits her. "I'm Kathleen but I prefer to be called Kat."

She uncorked one of the bottles and began pouring the soda into the glasses. "Bunny and Kat," she winked when she handed it to me.

She's too cute.

I grabbed her drink eagerly and took a large gulp.

She reached her hand across the couch twirling one of my brown curls on her finger. "I love your hair. Is it, you know, brown all over?" I shifted awkwardly at her question, blushing whilst placing the glass down, trying to move away subtly. She laughed, "You're so cute."

She slid closer to me and picked up her drink from the table, sipping it casually. If either of us moved even a tiny bit, our bodies would be flush together.