The door creaked open as Misfits officer appeared, “Mia?” Her eyes fell onto me, averting quickly when she noticed my lack of clothing. My dignity shattering as I stood between the two women.
“Have you seen Mia?” She asked.
“Hmm,” I pondered, fighting the smile back with everything I had. My eyes drifted back to Misfit, her finger gliding over her throat gesturing that she would kill me if I gave her up.
Oh, the temptation.
I let the silence build, making her squirm before letting out a breath. “Nope, I’ve been showering.” Her officer scowled at me, sussing me out as I gestured down at myself, water still clinging to my skin.
“Are you allowed to be in here while I’m in such a vulnerable state?” I asked, breaking her from her suspicion.
“Hurry up, McCabe. Shower times over,” her head retreating as the door fell shut once again.
Letting out a forced breath, she jumped down from her hiding place, jabbing me in the shoulder.
“Fucking dick, you nearly got me caught.”
“Excuse me, but I'm the reason she didn’t storm in here and drag you out.” I laughed to myself at her audacity.
“Whatever, McCabe,” she dropped herself back down on the bench. “Do you have any idea how exhausting it is being followed around all the time.”
“I’m starting to get the gist,” I bit down on my bottom lip in amusement as she shot me a burning glare.
“Fuck off, I don’t follow you around. And you find me as much as I find you.”
“I do not.”
“No? Tell me, how many times you set foot in the library before we first started talking?” her brows arching. She had me there, I hadn’t stepped foot in the creepy library since I got here.
“Whatever, Parish.”
“It’s like you want me to steal your things at this point.”
“What? You said I can’t call you Mia. You said nothing about Parish.”
“Yeah, well. I’m adding it. And you just got your first strike.”
“Fuck off, you called me McCabe.”
“Ah, but you didn’t make it part of the deal.” Flashing me a sarcastic smile.
Just another one of our delightful interactions where she always has to be right.
I rolled my eyes as I fought against my humour in it. “Turn around so I can get dressed at least. I feel all exposed, you can’t take your eyes off me.”
“You talk so much shit.”
My eyes not leaving her as she averted hers squeezing them shut. “Trust me, if I wanted to sneak a peek, then I’d aim higher than…” my smile widening as she stumbled.
“Go on, you can do it,” I said, pulling up my trousers as her brows furrowed frantically searching for an answer.
“A wet… scarecrow.”
I burst out laughing at her comeback; it was inventive to say the least. “Was that the best you can do?”
“No,” Seeing the corners of her mouth lift, holding back her own laughter.
I dragged my shirt over my head sitting myself down opposite her, “You can open your eyes now. The goods are put away.”
