Why yes, yes it has been months since my last upload.
I unfourtunatly got kidnapped by this devious thing called a 'life'. Big shocker was that up until recently I didnt realize I had one.
Haha whatever, read it and weep bitches.
Enjoy!
“Kit…Kit…KIT!”
“…this close to kicking your ass.” I mumbled into my pillow, holding up two fingers to indicate how close before letting them fall back to my bed.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” A voice mumbled followed by receding footsteps.
Just as I slipped back into the coma I call sleep a wave of ice slapped against my head.
“WHAT THE FUCK RIZZO!” I yelled shooting bolt upright in my now soaked sheets.
“Kit-Kat, you sleep like the dead.” She said depositing the now empty bucket onto the floor. “Did you and Jason do something more than you told me? Something that would leave you so… exhausted?”
“Please,” I muttered pulling my wet tee shirt away from my body. “His dick’s probably the size of my pinky.”
“Truer words have yet to be spoken.” She said rummaging through a clothes box at her feet. “Go shower. I’ll leave your outfit by the door.”
“How did you even get into my house?”
“Papa Young let me in.” She smirked holding up a risqué tank top my friends got me as a going away present.
“I’m not wearing that.” I assured her before closing my self into the bathroom.
Through the door I heard her call, “You'll do as I say, woman!”
I quickly rinsed off my body remembering to shave my prickly legs, before stepping out of the shower onto the plush rug and wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. I moved to the door, cracking it opened and feeling around until my hand closed upon a pile of fabric that I dragged into the room.
“Christ, Riz, what corner are you putting me on?” I joked upon inspecting the outfit.
“Shut up, you know you love it.”
The out fit she’d picked for me consisted of dark denim shorts paired with an off the shoulder black top with the phrase ‘Baiser l’amour, je veux passion’ {Fuck love, I want passion} on the front and a hem that cut up exposing my pierced naval then dipped lower into the back to reach the top of my shorts.
The only problem I had with the outfit was the lacy black lingerie set that she’d stacked on top of the pile. I begrudgingly put it on and stomped out of the bathroom.
“Seriously? I have a million different types of underwear and you just had to pick that set?” I demanded of Rizzo who was striping the wet sheets off of my bed.
“It works into my plans for tonight,” She said tossing me a pair of black converse. “Wear these.”
I grabbed one out of the air as the other sailed past. I bent to pick it up lifting up one foot and pointing it in the air to stretch out my sore ankle while I did so. I heard Rizzo gasp. “Katherine. Delilah. Young. When the hell were you gonna tell me that you got our tat?”
“Um… well… yeah…” I said scratching the back of my neck. “I got it last summer cause I had my fake ID and the pic… so. Yeah”
Back before we moved to different places I’d been really into are so one day Rizzo and I were having a sleepover and we decided to draw up tattoos. I ended up drawing a picture of a dragon wrapped with a banner saying ‘Our little secret.’
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No Ordinary Girl
Teen FictionKatherine Young is upfront and impulsive and always puts others needs before her own. Jason Feldman is a player who knows the game all too well. When Katherine’s dad moves her to the mountains of New York she has just started settling in when he dr...
