starboy | kailor

Chapter 5

AHEM! Where were we...okay!

Jay got down on one knee, and took a deep breath, "Mrs Benedict, please give me back my lucky socks!"

The chicken glared at Jay, before electrocuting him and yeeting him all the way to next Tuesday-

Wait...wrong plot!!! *rifles through papers* Here!

STARBOY - CHAPTER 5: THE SECOND-HAND EMBARRASMENT

Skylor's POV

"I believe this is yours?" A teasing grin tugged at Kai's lips, and I resisted the urge to scream. My face is probably as red as my hair at this point, and I'm a stuttering mess.

Compose yourself, Skylor. Deep breaths...

In a much calmer tone, I speak, "Yes, that is mine. Can I please have it back?" I step forward, but he simply steps back, "You know, Chen, you don't seem like the type of girl who'd wear lacy bras."

I frown; was that supposed to be a compliment? "Okay then. What type of bra do you think I wear?"

He shrugged, "I dunno. Based on your personality...I'd say sports bra. Or...anything modest. Because this-" he dangles the undergarment around, "-really doesn't fit your personality that you show to the world."

How does he know so much about bras? 

I must have asked out loud because he simply chuckled and deadpanned, "I have a sister, moron." Okay, now I'm offended, "I may not be the most outgoing person, but you have no right to call me a moron...jerk!"

"Jerk?! Okay, that's on you! I am simply doing a nice thing for you-"

"How's forbidding me from taking my bra back a nice thing?!" I lunge forward to grab it but he holds it over his head, "Hold your horses! I never forbid you from taking it!"

With gritted teeth, I snap, "You are literally holding it over your head."

"So, what's your plan here?" He asks, "Wait for my arm to cramp up so I lower it or..."

I eyeball his laundry basket, which was perched beside him as he stared at me, unblinking. Dashing forward, I grab a bundle of material from his basket, and he roars with laughter, "Oh my! You succeeded in grabbing my shirt! What are you gonna do now, Einstein?"

Without thinking, I hurl the shirt at him. It hits his chest, before dropping onto the tiled floor, "That's the best you've got?"

"Well so-ree! I'm not a hot jock or anything like you!"

He tilts his head and looks at me, smirking, "You think I'm hot?"

"What?! I- No! You're twisting my words!"

"No words twisted here. You said, and I quote: 'I'm not a hot jock or anything like you!' And for your information, I am not a jock. I mean...I was, back in highschool-"

"I know. We shared some classes. Now-" I lower my voice so people couldn't hear, "-can you please give me my bra back?"

"You're a funny girl, Skye-"

"Skylor will do. No need for nicknames."

"-Anyways...I wasn't expecting you of all people to accept my follow request."

Huh? My nose scrunches up, and I double over with laughter, "What are you talking about? I didn't accept any request."

"Hmm...sure, Skye. Have a nice night." He turns around and bends over to open the washing machine door. I fold my arms, and wait.

"Hey, uh, I know I have a nice ass and all, but no need to stare." Came his voice as he shoved clothes into the washing machine. Ew!

"I was not staring at your butt!" I fume angrily. He closes the door and straightens up to put in the detergent. Once the machine is turned on, he spins around to face me, an elbow resting on top of the dryer, his hands clasped together, "Mm-hmm. Spoken like a true butt-starer."

"I wasn't looking at your stupid butt!" I snap, "You still have my bra!"

He glances at his pocket, where my bra was hanging out. Pulling it out, he heads to the door. Wait...where was he going?!

I ran after him, "My bra, Kai." I call after him, but he keeps jogging on. We passed the cafeteria and went down another corridor, and I could feel my temper rise, slowly but surely. I could tell for sure that he had that stupid smirk plastered across his face! So, that leaves me with no option.

"KAI SMITH, GIVE ME MY EFFIN' BRA BACK, YOU MORON!"

I really should've timed it better. At that exact moment, a trio of girls were coming down the dimmed hallway, phones and wallets in hand. People like to hang out in the student lounge or the cafeteria after lights out, to finish up on work, hang with friends, or just for no reason. They all stared at me, before snorting with giggles. But that wasn't the worst part.

"Oy, lovebirds! Don't wander around in the corridors, looking for a place to make out and do the do. Get back to your dorms or the student lounge!" 

"Sorry, Mr Djinn." I glanced over at Kai, who was now heading over, just as Mr Djinn left. He smiles sheepishly and hands me my bra, "Sorry."

I don't even look at him, as I shove it deep into my own pocket, "Whatever."

I leave before he has the chance to open his mouth.