"Nothing! Let me be!" I shout. Troye just shrugs, takes a puff of his cigar, and takes off his shirt.
Fuck. That view though. I quickly cover my eyes, "Really!?"
"Oh, stop it, you love what you're seeing!"
I peep and my eyes saw a image I will forever remember. Can I just say, Troye's body is so toned, structured, I'm talking bout Greek God status.
" No, I don't ! I'm leaving!" Lies.
I quickly close my window and jump back in my bed, and try to close my eyes and sleep. But Troye shirtless keep coming up! Fuck!
But somehow, Florence and Machine on my vinyl made me fall asleep.
"Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air
I know I can count on you
Sometimes I feel like saying, "Lord, I just don't care."
But you've got the love I need To see me through. " - Florence and The Machine : You've Got The Love
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"Come down , you bitch!" Troye screams at my window. Ugh, I hate him.
"I'm coming down in a minute, Jesus!" I comb my hair as I quickly as possible.
"A minute? Fine. 1..2..3.." He starts counting all the way to sixty. Like, who the fuck does that?! How did Athena keep up with him?!
"30..31..32..33.." I get my back pack and run downstairs, and say bye to my parents.
"Kim, why in such a rush?" My mom asks. I quickly get a protein bar, "No time for questions, bye mom!" Just like that I run out the door.
"55..56..57..58.." I jump right in front of Troye, currently dying of tiredness and movement. I bend down to put my hands on my knees. Jesus, that was a workout.
"59..60.. Good, you're on time. You have to always be on time, got it?" I wipe my sweat as I clench my fist, "Fuck you."
He fake smiles at me and says, "Good. We're all set. We're taking the car."
No! Not the car!
"But-" He interrupts me, "No buts! Get in the car." He goes around and sits in the driver seat.
I stay put, because I'm not getting in such a tawdry car! But then, Troye turns the window down on the passenger side and says, "I'll give you skittles if you get in." Let's just say, my exhaustion no longer existed as I jumped in the car within 2 seconds.
Who knew being in a car with Troye Hunter would be this awkward?
"So.. what's the plan?" I say.
"It's the same plan everyday. We act like a couple and make sure Athena and Jason are watching. Simple." He mumbles as he turns the car radio music louder.
As we entered the school, we automatically start holding hands causing more whispers, you know, the usual. As we were walking to the entrance of the school, I see Jason by himself next to the water fountain, the ones you drink from. When I saw him, I squeeze Troye's hand. Troye first looks at me, then at Jason.
"Come with me." he says under his breath. I follow.
He walk towards where Jason was, the water fountain. As we were literally in back of him, Troye taps into Jason's shoulder. What is he doing?!
Jason turns around and as he did, his eyes widen to see us.
Troye grins, " Hey, bro, you mind if I take a drink?" This guy, I swear.
Jason clears his throat, "S-sure." He moves to the side to let Troye go but his eyes was on Troye and I's intertwined hands.
"C'mon, babe." Troye says as he pulls me by his side as he takes a sip of water. Babe. My stomach churns. That word always gets me flustered.
I go to his side but look back seeing Jason run over to Athena and her "cheer leading squad." A frown was automatically formed on my face.
Troye wipes his mouth as he finishes, "I think Jason definitely felt-", he stops as he sees my face, "Wait, why the fuck are you frowning?"
I kept quite for a second and then I said what I was thinking. "I miss him." Right when I said that, Troye just rolls his beautiful blue eyes, "You won't be missing him for long, trust me. He'll take you back in no time." He looks back at Athena's direction, " And hopefully she'll take me back as well."
Wow, he really does like her. I'm shook.
"Wow, I thought Mr. Playboy can't handle only one girl?" I smirk.
"Not with Athena. Man, I'm really regretting all those arguments we had now." He looked sad, an emotion I never see in Troye.
"Getting in your feelings?" He snaps out of his Athena trans and squeezes my hand. Ouch.
"No, I'm not, shut up!"
I giggle, "Awwww! Troye!" I pinch his cheek. But then slaps my hand away.
He looks around to make sure no ones watching because he doesn't want it to seem our relationship is complete shit.
He lets go of my hand, " I'm done with you. I'm going to class."
"We all know you're soft, Troye!" I say as I turn the opposite direction to leave.
"No, I'm not! I- Uh- we're going on our first date today!"
I freeze and look back at Troye, "A fake date? Where to?"
"Somewhere. Just be ready, I'll pick you up at 6." He takes out a cigar out of the carton and just like that he leaves.
I turn back to start walking again., but then a smile plays around my lips.
What a rebel. This school is an anti smoking area. If a faculty member sees him, he's going to be in deep trouble. But he already knows that.
As I was walking towards my class, someone blocks my homeroom door.
My eyes widen and my hand starts sweating .
"Hey, Kimberly. Moving on quick, I see? "
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❌ The Ex Factor ❌(CONTINUED)
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