KNOCK OUT [LH]

Chapter 17: Right Hand On This Ass

[A/N: If you've never played the game Twister, I am so sorry. The important bit is towards the end !
Also! I'm a bit rusty, so sorry for any typos in advance. Happy reading, my dudes...]

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A thick icy layer of snow covered the entirety of Meredith as it mercilessly came down in heavy white sheets. Windshields were frozen over, doors were barricaded shut, and in Calum and I's case, school had been cancelled, as the slippery roads were deemed too dangerous to drive on for the day.

Did that stop us from revving up the engine of Kelly: the soccer mom wagon and safely speeding over to Ashton and Michael's house to take advantage of our day off?

No.

"Alright party people, left fo-"

"Wait!" I hold up my hand, instantly cutting off Ashton who tears his gaze away from the Twister wheel in his hands to look at me in confusion, only making me shrug. "I need to take off my socks."

After spending a few hours at Ashton and Michael's, I had somehow found the Twister board underneath their upstairs bathroom sink while replacing the bar of soap. Ashton claimed that it had been drunkenly misplaced after their New Years party a few weeks ago, and the lacy pink thong jammed into the box clearly supported that.

But undies or not, with a little bit of sanitizing and lots of persuading, I was able to get everyone on board to play.

"Why?" Michael asks, chuckling lightly from his position diagonally from me in front of the colorful mat spread across his and Ashton's living room floor as he watches me momentarily struggle to tug off the fluffy material covering my feet while I bounce around to keep my balance.

"For ultimate traction, my dude." I answer him and toss my socks aside, making a mental note to grab them later before I leave. "You won't catch me slipping."

Scoffing, Luke places his hands on his hips. "Like that will make a difference, kid. You're hardly big enough to reach from green to red." His tone is teasing as he studies me from the opposite side of the mat with a smirk, making me narrow my eyes.

You see, it's been about two months since I'd purposely stumbled into Luke Hemming's life—or car, I should say. Nevertheless, we've definitely come a long way from him nearly ripping me out of his vehicle on the side of the road that night. In fact, since joining the boxer to get his tattoo, he's been considerably nicer to me.

And by nicer, I mean that he actually smiled at me when Calum and I got here!

I know, I know. Totally wild, right? And I'm like eighty percent sure that it wasn't just an accidental twitch of his lip, because Calum and I had apparently interrupted some kind of important conversation going on between the three Australians that Luke seemed to be really invested in, so that's where the twenty percent of uncertainty comes from.

But hey, smile or not, I'll take it.

"Well sorry my gene pool didn't give me the option to hit six foot." I shoot back and pointedly look around the room at the four abnormally tall boys that I get to call my friends—all of which easily towering over my average 5'4" frame.

"Aw! But your height is one of the things I love about you, Win." Calum coos from the other spot diagonally from me as he reaches over to roughly ruffle my hair before I can pull my head out of reach, making the frizzy strands stick out at odd angles as I grimace.