lethal | hs

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Molly Pierce

After Landon left my house last night, I worried about how things were going to go down between him and Hot Shot. There are so many scenarios that could've happened. They could've fought, yelled at each other, or Hot Shot could have even just ignored him.

My worries have followed me up until now, where I stand outside of Landon's house. I stare up at the clean architecture of the home, while my hand nervously fiddles with the locket centered on my collarbone.

I've been at Landon's house for about ten minutes already, waiting outside the front doors. The only reason I've been out here so long is because I'm waiting for Hot Shot's car to pull up, and that's yet to happen.

I want to warn him about Landon's plans before we get inside.

I also want to tell him about how I drove here by myself without making any mistakes. I just know he'll be as excited as I am. Granted, it was a short drive, but it still counts for something. Now, more often than ever, I've been catching the mistakes that I make while driving, and I usually fix them pretty easily. It's something I'm proud of and want to share with him.

Luckily, just as I am letting out one final breath, I notice his car pulling up to Landon's house. It's hard to miss the sage green vehicle. As it pulls up, speeding down the road, I'm able to hear the muffled sound of rock music blasting inside. I see him smoking a cigarette through the window, but I'm only able to catch a glimpse of him before the car is parked and he's climbing out of it.

I step over, preparing to warn him about Landon's plan, but I stop myself once I see him fully. I'm used to seeing him in his corduroy coat or some sort of tank top, but as I look at him now, I'm more reminded of the last time we were both at this same place together.

He's wearing a clean and casual white suit. The blazer itself is unbuttoned all the way down, which reveals a darker shaded dress shirt underneath. His nails are painted with pink nail polish and on top of all of his hand tattoos are fancy, handmade rings. This is the second time I'm seeing him in a suit and I still can't get over how nice he looks in them. For someone who isn't from this side of town, he sure does look like he belongs.

I tilt my head, smiling over at the brightness of his attire, and he notices, "Oh, don't give me that look, he made me wear somethin' nice."

"What look?" My lips tighten into an even bigger grin. "You look great. I didn't know you owned more than one suit. This one looks expensive, too."

"I don't, but you're right, it is," he laughs, walking up beside me. Out from underneath the sleeve of his blazer, he pulls out the price tag, "I was jus' gonna steal it, but the stores on your side of town have a lot better surveillance than I expected. I decided just to buy it, but I'll end up returning it after this lunch is over."

"Keep it, it fits you," I tell him. "You look good in suits."

He lets out an exhale to hide his flattered grin, before shaking his head, "It's too expensive."

"Then, we'll go shopping for suits together. Discreetly, of course," I wink, walking with him up to the house.

"As long as it doesn't mean you're buying anything for me," He stuffs his hands into his pockets, reading the situation.

I scoff, "Never. Unless you let me-"

"The only time I'll let you buy something for me is if it's my birthday," he answers. "And guess what? That already passed."

I narrow my eyes at him before remembering, "Speaking of your birthday... did you finish the book I gave you?"

He laughs, "I'm embarrassed to admit it, but yes. I did. A while ago, actually."