At least save my number.
Okay.
Satan’s spawn:
This is Juliette btw.
Yes, I gathered that.
Something tells me that things are about to change, I'm just not sure if it's for better or worse.
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
J u l i e t t e
Baneof my existence:
Tutoring session in 20 minutes.
Okay.
When I asked Adaline to remind me over text the next time we have a session, I didn't mean twenty minutes before.
It's so silly that I've had her number for years and this is one of the first times we've actually messaged each other. I guess I've never really had a reason to text her before or vice versa.
Then again, I also didn't have a reason to kiss her yesterday, but I still managed to do that. One kiss I could chalk up to stupidity, but two? Even I can't explain that, especially when the kiss was so unforgettable; so tender, like being wrapped up in the arms of an angel.
Wait, what? It was just a good kiss. Just a kiss, not some life changing event—that's ridiculous.
I don't know what's wrong with me. What's happening to me? First, I tell her our kiss was a mistake, then I kiss her again. I feel like I'm going clinically insane.
All I know is that the need to kiss her is alive and it's sitting in my bones begging to be awoken; to be let loose on her so I can satisfy my insatiable hunger.
“What about this?” Kai asks snapping me out of my thoughts. He's holding up my red leather jacket and raising his eyebrows. I put my phone down and inspect the clothes—my clothes.
He does this often; comes over and steals my jackets. He says I have better clothes, but really, I just have much better taste.
However, this time is actually very different, he's picking out clothes for his date with Victoria today.
Finally! Only took five years and he's actually secured a date with his dream girl.
“Great, matches your hair,” I tell him doing a mock chef's kiss.
He smiles brightly before putting the jacket on and checking himself out in the mirror. He messes with his hair as he does, his hands shaking and his breathing, heavy.
“You look great,” I tell him gently, my face resting on my palms as I lay on my stomach on my bed.
He really does. His hair is messy, but in a rock star kind of way. He's wearing a black, tank top and his lucky, black, ripped jeans—the perfect outfit for where he's taking her; his favourite music bar.
“I hope she thinks that too,” he says, scratching the back of his head as he turns to me.
Honestly, when he called me the night of the party and told me he had kissed Victoria, I couldn't believe it. He told me all about how she found him taking a nap in one of the bedrooms and just started giving him water and sobering him up—even though she was pretty drunk herself. Then they got kicked out and I think they started talking and then they just…kissed. He even told me how they ran into Adaline and I would have paid good money to see her reaction to that whole ordeal.
Kai telling me that reminded me that I haven't even told him about how Adaline and I have kissed…twice.
I can't tell anyone because then, it would be real and I can't have that. I especially can't tell Kai because he'll have a field day with it. Normally I tell him everything, so it's very difficult keeping a secret like this from him.
“She will.” I assure him.
