A𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒚 ~ 𝘬. 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 10 - 𝑳𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚

Minx's POV

My room was considerably dark being that it was 4 in the morning. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the whole night, too busy thinking about that encounter with Kai yesterday. He had come through the window with a frown already gracing his dark brows and delicious mouth.

His insistent pages came everyday that I missed school, ranging from wanting to hang out to calling me a bitch for not answering. I couldn't really help it, I mean, I had no way to explain why exactly I couldn't come to school.

I didn't expect him to show up at my window in the pouring rain. He was absolutely soaked, his grey shirt turning black from how drenched it was and clinging to his body. I admired his physique the moment he stepped in, which might be why I gave in so easily to his flirtatious ways.

My plan was to completely forget that our makeout session happened so I wouldn't be distracted all damn day. I reluctantly got up from my bed and hopped into the shower. My hair was so tangled it could've been mistaken for a bird's nest. I coated the coconut conditioner all over my head and basked in the sweet smell. I took my time in the shower, letting all of the dirtiness that had built up the last couple of days wash away down the drain. This very well might have been the most relaxed I had felt in a few weeks.

The mirror was fogged over and distorted my figure. I grabbed a towel and wiped it, staring at the bags under my eyes.

There's no way in hell I'll be able to cover these.

My lashes were curled to perfection and a clean amount of mascara made sure they stayed that way all throughout the day. I left my hair down in their wet curls so it'd dry naturally.

Small drops of water fell onto the wooden floorboards as my feed padded silently to my wardrobe. I could always go for a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt, but I'm feeling a bit more rambunctious today. I picked out a nude-plaid mini skirt that I found in the back of my closet. It fell a little higher on my thighs than I would've liked and I paired it with a black long-sleeved turtleneck. My combat boots went perfectly with the outfit. My psychiatrist says picking out my outfits is part of my ongoing perfectionist persona. It makes me feel in control.

I grabbed my keys and pager and headed to Ms. Lisa's. A large dark roast coffee will definitely wake me up. The parking lot had no trace of early-morning risers whatsoever since it was 5:15. There were only 2 cars, probably Lisa's and the cook.

The small bell jingled and she came around the counter with a bright smile. "First customer of the day! How are you this morning, sweetie?" Her dimples were very prominent on her chubby cheeks.

"I'm fine, Ms. Lisa. Thanks for asking. May I have a large dark roast coffee, no sugar and no cream?"

"Of course! Give me just a minute! Feel free to sit anywhere."