The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

18

Fuck. He was craving her now. He was wishing he had something to use calm himself down. In the past, he'd take in the smell of her pink hoodie but it was gone now and he still had it folded and hidden somewhere in his closet.

He turned to the time on his watch.

9:00.

Three hours left before his birthday was over.

Sighing, he turned back to the book, ready to look through it before a message popped up. In a flash, he was holding his phone, reading the words on the screen over and over.

momitch

Come out.
And bring your collar with you.

Paris did as she asked and in a few seconds, was outside his house.

Alex stood, resting on the bonnet of his car. Her full hair stayed around her face wildly, giving the grin on her face a dangerous and yet sensual look. "Kitten,"

He fought the urge to submit at those words as he said, trying to act angry and not sad that she had not even given him her attention. "Where have you been?"

"How upset are you?" She asked. "Because it wouldn't be fun if you aren't,"

She was playing a game with him.

Of course, she was trying to piss him off. That wasn't new. They were always trying to push each other off their throne seats every second, but today was different.

He didn't need that today. "I'm mad. Very mad."

"Good,"

"It's not funny," He started. His heart was pulsing now as he got closer. "I kept hoping you'd appear at my side like some idiot."

"But you are," Alex said, grin still on her face. "An idiot that is."

Her name came out of his lips like a broken plea. "Alexandra,"

"Kitten," She reached out for him now, pulling him closer. Her hands made him want to melt into her skin. "I was kidding. People in a relationship do that. Here," In her right hand was a white rose.

He stared at it before looking up at her. "Why the fuck are you holding that? You know you're allergic."

"I know," She said, a smile still on her face. "There's a reason why we haven't sex in a while. My body wasn't— The prettiest sight."

"What—"

"Take it. My hand itches,"

Paris snatched it from her hand. "Why the fuck do you have it?"

"Because your Mom said you always liked white roses," She said, giving some slight rubs to her arm. "And I thought it'd be useless if I got it from a shop, so Elise and I have been taking care of a rosebush. It's fucking hard work. Gardening. Do you have any idea?"

"Alex—"

"Oh, and I have something else."

She stuck her hands into her palazzo pants pocket and brought out something that made his whole world pause. "This doesn't exactly have any value either, but I'd like to also make you realize I suck at origami."