It's been a day since the night with Cole. I hate him for doing it. Though the things he makes me feel is great, I hated that he was leaving me with the memories. I have a date with Tyler today and all I want is for it to go good.
There's a knock on my bedroom door, "School."
I don't answer my mother's words, her footsteps sound as she walks away. I hadn't talked to her since I had gotten dared to. Not seeing much of Chloe was a pleasant gift I enjoyed a lot. I still had yet to come up with something, she needed payback. Though I didn't want to deal with her, it was something I've been planning.
There's an other knock at the door, "What!?"
"Geeze."
I pause, Cole?
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"You'r mom let me in." He says from behind the door.
"What? Why?" I ask.
"You're mean in the morning." He says, "I told her we were friends."
I groan, standing to get ready.
"Well you'll be waiting a while." I say.
The door opens and he barges in with a smile. I jump with a shreek.
"Cole, oh my fucking god!" I yell.
"I could hear that again." He smirks lazily.
I roll my eyes, throwing a hair tie at him. He laughs and closes my bedroom door.
"Get out." I say.
He shakes his head, "I'm good."
"Why?" I groan.
"I'd rather not be molested by your touchy sister." He say.
I giggle, "She's down there?"
He nods, sitting on my bed.
"Great." I sigh, "My mom is okay with you?"
He nods, "We're friends."
"With you being in my room?" I ask specifically.
He shrugs, "I don't know."
"Get out." I laugh, trying to be serious.
He stays quiet and lays back on my bed.
"Get off of my bed." I say.
"It's comfy." He says, "Smells good."
I watch him stare up at the ceiling with his arms spread out. He's hot.
"You going to get ready or what?" He asks, still laying down.
"Fine." I huff.
He sits up with a chuckle while watching me dig through my closet.
Cole's P.O.V.
I watch her shuffle through her clothes. She bends down to grab the shirt she drops, I look away not wanting to be tempted. She stands up and walks over to the bed, placing down a tank top and a pair of jeans.
"Tank top?" I ask.
"What's wrong with that?" She asks.
"You wear a lot." I shrug.
"So?" She asks, "It's hot."
You're hot.
"Whatever." I laugh.
She picks up her shirt and holds it to her body in the mirror. I spot her eye contact through the mirror and quickly look away.
"You sure you don't want to leave?" She asks.
"Um... yeah." I say, confused. What is she up to?
In one quick motion she pulls her shirt off and my eyes widen. Oh my god.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
