in which Kiana Simmons and Jobe bellingham ignore all the obvious signs of them liking each other, but when the realisation finally hits, it doesn't end up too well...
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❝SHIT, KIANA, YOU look... stunning," jobe's jaw drops as soon as i step out of his bathroom.
jude and jordyn, his girlfriend who is amazing by the way, invite us for a christmas party at some club that isn't too far away from the bellingham house.
me and jordyn have become so close i can say it feels so good to finally have a girl best friend who perfectly understands what i'm going through rather than clueless boys who think everything will be better after a few gifts.
no hate to jude and jobe though... well maybe to jude. he deserves it.
in jude's words, i've stolen his girl. but that's so not true because he has her most days and i spend basically all of my time with jobe.
speaking about jobe, he's been acting so strange, like he looks at me differently but in a good way, he compliments me so much and if we're about to kiss or something he pushes me away and gets all red and awkward as if we've never kissed before.
i don't know if he felt what i felt after the ice skating incident but i hope so because im not making the first move and if he doesn't then i guess we'll stay friends for the rest of our lives.
"thanks, you look hot." why do i sound so cringe! i shut my eyes and scrunch my nose, completely embarrassed that those words came out of my mouth.
okay but you really can't blame me, he's wearing a black louis vuitton t shirt, black pants, and louis vuitton black and white sneakers. he looks so good wearing all black.
"you're not matching the theme." i point out, using it as a cover-up from my previous words. "i'll just wear a santa hat it's fine." he sits on the counter so he can get a better view of me doing my lip liner.
"we were supposed to be matching." i pout at him. "we are. besides im not wearing a santa costume to a club. how do you think ill pull girls." he smirks down at me, his eyes sparkling as he makes eye contact with me.
"whatever." i roll my eyes and focus on my makeup, while jobe watches me carefully, waiting patiently for me to be done without even complaining once.
"why are you looking at me like that?" i tilt my head at him as soon as i finish. he's just staring at me with a smile on his face. the butterflies.
"i'm not looking at you any differently than usual." he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, still holding eye contact. "somehow that answer is even worse." i blush, breaking the eye contact.
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