Cuffs and Kisses

Chapter 15 - Ali's Interrogation

Kayne

"You asked me to come over here just to help you create your social media profiles?" Heather says, appalled.

She drove to my house after Fletcher dropped her off after their date. When Heather told me I interrupted their date, I didn't feel as bad as I should have. That's mostly because ever since the party, Fletcher has been my #1 suspect. He admitted to smoking weed and knowing other dealers.

I won't be able to find any more leads on him until I can snoop through his Facebook and Instagram profiles. So, after having dinner with Alice, we headed back to the cabin I reside in to get some work done.

Heather sits down at the circular kitchen table. I turn my computer around to her, where it's loaded on Facebook.

Pleading with my eyes, I say, "I need profiles that look legit so I can follow the private accounts to track them. You should start doing that too."

"I have been. I just didn't do it to spy on anyone." Heather says, teasingly. "I'm already following the main group. The only one I'm not following yet is you."

"Well, if you help me, we can fix that today, and more people from school can follow me, too."

Heather gets right down to business. "What should we put as your first picture?"

"I can just take a selfie right now." I shrug.

Heather shakes her head at me. "You can't just take a selfie. You need to stage it a little bit. Where's your leather jacket?"

"In my closet."

"Go get it," Heather commands. "And bring your aviators, too."

"I don't need to tell you, but this outfit is hawt."

I blush a little when she says that, but I recover quickly. "Gosh, Heather, I'm not a piece of meat." I tease.

"Just do what I tell you to. You're the one who asked for my help."

"Yes, ma'am." I do as she asks me to do, and soon she's got me outside sitting on my motorcycle with my leather jacket on. It's hot outside, so I'm trying not to let the camera see me sweating with the coat on.

"Okay, now look to your left and hold your sunglasses out," Heather says. I turn my head to the left. After she's taken a few shots, I raise my glasses up to bite the end of them. Heather laughs at me.

"I can see you're really getting into the spirit now. Head tilt, please." After snapping a few more photos, my patience was wearing thin.

"Heather, are we done?"

"Kayne, you can't rush art. Haven't you ever modeled?"

"Do I seem like I've modeled before?" I retort.

"From these photos, yes, you do," she says. I get up from the bike and stride over the Heather, who scrolls through a few images for me.

"You're a great photographer. These actually make me look somewhat cool," I say.

"Alright, we need to take one more." I sigh at Heather, who sticks her arm out to take a selfie. She fixes her hair, using the phone as a mirror. "Wait," Heather turns to me and takes my aviators off, putting them on herself. "Perfect. Kayne, get in the frame."

I shift closer to her, throwing my left arm around her neck, pulling her back into me. I put my elbow on her right shoulder and prop my head onto it. Heather snaps the photo. For the next one, I scrunch up my face in a silly expression, which makes her laugh.