Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter XVII

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A Bit Overboard
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"This just doesn't feel right," I mumbled to no one in particular, examining my reflection in the pale mirror attached next to the wardrobe.

Twisting in my spot, I took in my appearance, screwing the camo headband tight on my forehead. My wavy, flowing hair dropped over the headband, those familiar olive green eyes raking across my entire form, checking for any flaws in my frame.

A pair of baggy camo pants hugged my thighs loosely, highlighting their toned shape as they did so. The plain black T-shirt, which was partly tucked into my pants, had acquired a few creases as I moved around in my spot, desperately trying to find an angle from where those clothes would look good on me.

I found zero.

Halloween was not my thing.

I looked like a soldier who had been assaulted by his wife with a few dozen kisses after preparing to leave for war.

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed and looked out the walk-in closet towards the window, its curtains drawn. The sky outside was of a gentle violet hue, gradually descending into a deep shade of magenta as the clouds cradled the sun in their haze.

It was almost five o'clock by now. I was all dressed up for the party half an hour early, even though we were expected to be there by six.

Spectacular.

I heard the water rushing inside the bathroom come to an abrupt halt. Only then did I remember how Kate was in there, just a thin wooden slab of of a door separating us.

As soon as I realised this, I hastily grabbed a pair of black shoes from a cupboard and paced out, leaving it stranded for her to get ready in.

I plopped onto the bed's edge, slipping on a pair of socks and stuffing my feet into the thick boots placed before me. Shrugging a silver chain onto my neck, I walked over to the dressing table, taking a last peek at myself.

Personally, I thought I looked good enough to fit in with the other university students who'd be present there. Or - perhaps - I'd seem conspicuous amongst them, them wearing clothes a bit too exotic for my liking.

Strolling out of the room, I heard Kate get out of the bathroom. I decided to plop onto the sofa to wait for her to get ready. After all, even if it was a Sunday, I still wasn't expected to slack off my duty of protecting her.

I scrolled through my Instagram, catching glimpses of my wristwatch glinting under the lights of the sitting lounge.

A student wearing the cliché black cat costume, some girl dressed up in a red gown, a guy in a formal coat, etcetera, etcetera...

They were ready for the night, looking so extra, which made me feel rather... underdressed.

Well, I had no other outfit choice, as Drake and I were matching tonight.

My phone dinged with a text, which made me pinch the bridge of my nose gently.

so r y resdyy

mf what?

so are u ready, mate?

yessir
just waiting for katherine to get dressed

katherine?
that's a big word, ash
5:25 pm

I sighed at his exceptional observational skills.