Cara never hated her coach more than she had that Friday. Her coach had been pushed her to the limit in every practices she had these past few days, to the point the blonde was beyond exhausted. She didn’t even have energy to eat when she got home. All she could do was falling asleep on her comfy bed, didn’t even have energy to change her clothes into a sleepwear. Thank goodness she always showered in the track team’s locker room before she went home, or else she’d fall asleep without even showering as well.
So at Friday night, when she couldn’t even moved any muscles pretty much at all; much to her disappointment, she had to cancel her 'date' with Kendall.
And that, made Cara extremely upset.
She’d been waiting for this day.
Been waiting to annoy the brunette of course. Not waiting to have a dinner —most likely filled with arguments and constant bickering— that night.
And definitely not about the dinner reservation she already managed to pull a string over her parents connection either.
Definitely not about the goddamn dinner.
Cara sighed, annoyed with the turn of events. She texted Kendall, explaining the situation briefly and asked her to come to her house tomorrow, instead of tonight.
She moved her body, trying to lie on her side, she groaned feeling her stiff muscles. She really didn’t feel well. At all.
Stupid fucking Coach, she cursed on the inside.
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“You’re kidding me right?!”
Kendall barged in to her room, waking her abruptly from her sleep.
“You fell asleep?!!?!?” Kendall shouted.
Cara cringed at the loud tone, her head was pounding because of being woken up suddenly from her sleep.
“What are you doing here? I thought I already cancelled,” Cara said, groggily.
“Are you serious?! Is this some kind of sick revenge or something?!? I was getting ready for nothing?!” Kendall said loudly.
Cara then looked at Kendall, and finally noticed that, indeed, the brunette was ready.
“Wow…. You’re beautiful…..” Cara said, in awe over how gorgeous the brunette was that night.
Kendall was already dressing up, wearing a simple pastel —most likely a high-end designer— cocktail dress, her hair was styled, she even wore some makeup on. Not too flashy, but not casual either.
Definitely ready for a fancy dinner.
Cara gulped, she felt giddy on the inside, seeing how Kendall took this dinner date as serious as she was.
Then she frowned, realizing something. “I texted you this afternoon. I don’t feel well. Coach pushed me to my limits these couple days, and I barely feel my muscle let alone to go to a dinner.” Cara defended herself.
“What text?! I don’t get any!” Kendall said out loud, trying to ignore all the blush and fluttering that was going on inside her stomach over Cara’s compliment.
She checked her phone and walked closer to Cara and showed it to her face. “See?! Goddammit Delevingne! You’re wasting my time!” Kendall yelled, very much annoyed that she went overboard with all the preparation she had.
I should’ve just wear a jeans or something, at least it wouldn’t go on a waste. Kendall angrily told herself.
“I did! See?!” Cara insisted, showing her phone.
Kendall just glared, still stood at the same spot with crossed arms. She squinted at the screen. “Maybe next time, actually sending the message before you fell asleep, you idiot!” she scolded her.
Cara’s eyes widened and checked her messages and indeed, she forgot to click send. She cursed herself, feeling stupid and guilty at the same time. She was very exhausted she even missed the simplest thing like clicking the send button.
“Shit... I didn’t mean to. I was so exhausted, I mean.. Fuck! I’m sorry, Kendall. I really, really thought I already sent it.” Cara genuinely apologized.
Kendall just looked at her, then she sighed, “Whatever. I’m going home.”
“Hold on.” Cara stopped her.
Kendall stopped, and turned around, crossing her arms still feeling upset over the situation.
“Since you’re here already, let’s have dinner then. I’m bit hungry anyway,” Cara said, trying to stand up but her muscles hurt everywhere.
“Oh fuck!” she cursed when she almost fell.
Kendall had decency to feel bad seeing the blonde like that. She walked closer to the blonde and held her so she could guide Cara back to her bed.
“Just sleep. I’ll come back tomorrow at 10. As promised. Or do you want to cancel that as well and take a rest instead?” Kendall asked her, her tone was no longer upset.
“NO! I’ll be fine tomorrow!” She convinced the brunette.
Hopefully.....
Kendall wasn’t convinced. “Look, I don’t wanna come here tomorrow when you can’t even walk or do normal things. Let’s cancel it,” she said.
“Of course you want to cancel ...” Cara said, somewhat pissed off that Kendall still trying to get out from the bet.
“We can do this next week. I’m not gonna back off, Delevingne. Stop thinking the worst of me!” Kendall argued.
Cara looked at her, still skeptical that Kendall wouldn’t back out from their arrangement.
“Prove it,” the blonde said.
Kendall rolled her eyes, “I’m not gonna give you a freakin blowjob! Keep on dreaming!”
“What the hell?! I wasn’t even thinking that! Now who think the worst of who?!” Cara said loudly.
Kendall squinted her eyes, wondering what the blonde in front of her wanted from her. “Fine. What do you want?” she asked, unamused with Cara's attitude.
“Stay.”
Kendall groaned, “I told you—
“Until I fall asleep.” Cara didn’t let her finished.
The blonde then back lying on her front, and scooted herself to the middle of the bed, “Now stop complaining and sit next to me till I fall asleep,” she demanded.
Kendall huffed, she wasn’t used being ordered around. She was the one who usually ordering people, not the other way around. She stood there for a while, not willing to follow Cara’s order, but then she was getting tired of arguing, so after few long seconds she finally sat on the bed, crossing her arms.
Cara smirked, seeing Kendall gave in, “Now rub my back. Or give them a massage.”
“Stop asking so much! I’m not your fucking slave!” Kendall barked.
When Cara didn’t say anything for long minutes, Kendall cursed and huffed, she then observing the blonde who just looking at her with an expression she couldn’t explain.
“I swear you’re such a child, Delevingne,” Kendall grumbled, but uncrossed her arms, giving up and began rubbing Cara’s back like a mother to her sick child.
She could see Cara was smiling, seemed satisfied that the brunette did what she’d asked for. Sneakily, Cara’s left hand held Kendall’s free hand, making Kendall gasped at the sudden touch.
“Cara, what the hell?”
“Stop talking,” the blonde dismissed her.
“I swear—
“Ssssshhhhh... Nuh.. uh... Don’t argue. Sleepy.”
Kendall huffed, giving up with Cara’s childish behavior.
“You really are a child.” Kendall shook her head, very much annoyed and hated to admit that actually the situation was somewhat amusing.
At the same time, the brunette also didn’t understand why Cara’s smile able to make that fluttering inside her stomach became uncontrollable.
Which she had no clue how that could happen.
Or even when was it started.
“Hummm........” Cara finally closed her eyes, feeling relaxed.
The blonde could feel Kendall scooted closer so the brunette could rub her back easier as Cara held her other hand tighter.
Cara couldn’t lie to herself that she was actually a little bit nervous at that point; knowing how close the brunette was to her, the blonde could even smell her perfume. For some reason, Cara felt content, relax, and ...... happy.
Which was weird.
Not that she never felt happy, of course she was happy most of the time. It was just, Cara never thought a simple thing like Kendall’s presence next to her able to make her all giddy and excited. Like she just had won a lottery or something.
Again, weird.
The last thing she remembered before she surrendered to the peaceful darkness was; that how Kendall’s addictive perfume smell was so close to her nose, almost like Kendall lay next to her as she continued rubbing Cara’s back.
Surprisingly, it didn’t feel weird at all.
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Cara woke up feeling so much better.
She didn’t know whether it was because of her getting enough of sleep, or was it because a certain someone staying by her side till she fell asleep.
Most likely because I had enough of sleep, Cara convinced herself.
She got up, stretching her muscles that no longer as stiff as last night. She kept thinking, what if Kendall massaged her last night instead?
Must’ve feeling even better.
Or harder.
Cara chuckled, feeling her morning wood poking her boxers. She looked at her alarm clock next to her, and saw it was already past 9.30. She sighed, thinking she wouldn’t have time for taking care her morning wood like usual, considering Kendall would be there soon.
Cold shower it is.
Fifteen minutes later Cara was wandering around her walk-in-closet after her cold shower, thinking what kind of clothes she should wear. Somehow, she kept remembering how Kendall looked last night. How stunning she looked, how gorgeous she was last night, which she found ridiculous, because ...... who would’ve thought that the Queen Bee would dress up for her.
And fuck she looked so damn fine..... Her legs... Jesus! The things my mouth would do to them..... Cara’s thought began wandering.
She groaned when she started getting a chubby just because her brain couldn’t stop thinking about how hot, hot, hot Kendall was last night.
So fucking hot! Cara took a deep breath trying to control her cock.
I can’t believe my cock has the hots for the one and only Kendall Jenner. Cara still couldn’t believe how easily aroused she was just by thinking about the cheer captain.
Fucking weird.
She was supposed to despise Kendall. They hated each other for so long, it was still unbelievable for the blonde how things had changed almost drastically ever since Kendall won the bet more than three weeks ago.
And what’s with the idea of asking her to be my girlfriend for a week? Cara frowned, thinking how illogical she was these past few weeks.
The loud buzz of her phone brought her back from her wandering minds and she looked at the text, her mouth automatically turned into a smile reading the texts saying Kendall was almost there.
And bunch of threats after that.
📩 Be there in 5 mins.
📩 Don’t make me wait again, Car-hoe!
📩 Or I’ll give your ridic latte to the homeless.
📩 And I don’t give a damn if you’re whining your muscle hurt etc, since you’re the one who insisted last night to continue this crazy adventure today.
📩 I’ll crush your fucking muscle myself if you dare to make me wait again!
Cara was laughing out loud reading the texts. She couldn’t help finding them amusing instead of intimidating, like what the brunette probably had intended. After a while, she finally stopped laughing and wiped a laugh tear on the corner of her eyes with her thumb. She then —almost in hurry— getting ready, wearing the clothes she’d already decided to wear for that day. Somehow, even though she was laughing at the text, she had no doubt that Kendall was one hundred percent serious with her threat.
Because Kendall was still one crazy bitch, and Cara wasn’t going to argue with her.
At least, not today.
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“You’re late!” Kendall scolded her.
“Oh get over it, it barely ten minutes late. Stop twisting your panties, princess,” Cara replied, already ruined her promise not arguing with the brunette.
Not arguing, my ass ..... Cara rolled her eyes.
Kendall just scowled, and then just huffed out loud. “Whatever, this is your latte, your highness,” she sarcastically said by pointing the latte in cup holder in the middle.
Cara smirked seeing Kendall’s attitude.
Oh two really can play this game....
“Hand it over to me.”
Kendall turned her head quickly toward Cara, “It’s literally less than a feet away from you. How freakin lazy are you?!” she said, annoyed with Cara's childish behavior.
“But......my muscles hurt.....” Cara pouted dramatically.
Kendall raised her eyebrow, smiled evilly, “Well, shall we cancel then? Or shall I bring you to hospital instead? You know what, I’m driving you to ER. Or maybe I’ll just call your dad, and let him examining you.” She somewhat threatened Cara.
She almost couldn’t hold her laugh seeing how terrified the British girl’s expression was, hearing her dad being mentioned. They both knew, for sure, how strict Cara’s father could be. Especially, when he gave his ‘doctor’s order' speech. He most likely wouldn’t let Cara to leave her room for a week, let alone allowing her to spend weekends doing who knows what with her frenemy.
Yeah right, not happening... Cara thought.
So the blonde swallowed her pride, and took the hot latte herself and started grumbling before she sipped her latte.
She spitted her drink instantly, making Kendall laughing out loud, didn’t even care that Cara made a little mess to her car.
Cara glared at her, “Seriously? What are you five? Don’t you know the different between latte and a full-cream milk?!” she said, still couldn’t believe Kendall actually bought her a fucking milk.
“An eye for an eye. A latte for a latte.” Kendall winked, making sure Cara knew this was a revenge when the blonde was screwing her latte order, on the first day she was being Kendall’s ‘servant’.
“Bitch,” Cara said, despite she was amused with Kendall’s revenge.
“You know it.”
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Cara made Kendall drove her everywhere. Started from driving her to high-end boutiques, then to the several sports store buying some ridiculous amount of sportswear, Cara even dragged her to Calvin Klein and asked her which boxer-briefs she should buy, which made the brunette blushing furiously.
It was like Cara wanted to embarrass Kendall in purpose. Not to mentioned, Cara made her carried all the shopping bags, pretending she couldn’t lift a thing because of her muscle being hurt and shit. And like that wasn’t worse, the blonde bought her a giant burrito, yes a fucking full of fat burrito from the food truck as her lunch.
This what the blonde called as a date?!?!?
And like that wasn’t enough, Cara made Kendall drove her to her favorite yoga studio and made Kendall to wait on the bench near the wall and she had to stay there watching Cara doing yoga, because apparently the blonde needed to relax her muscles or whatever.
Like seriously, Cara was the worst date ever! If this how she treated her past girlfriends, then she felt sorry for all of Cara's exes for dating the British girl.
Cara squinted at Cara who was doing some yoga moves, Kendall couldn’t help but think how flexible the blonde was. That sounds almost dirty, Kendall thought.
Although if Kendall wanted to be honest, she somewhat enjoyed watching Cara on her element during her yoga. She wasn’t quite sure why, but probably it had something to do with the peaceful and serene face she had at that time, which was a total opposite from the normal Cara, who was always giving everyone that annoying smirk that seemed plastered permanently on her mouth.
Kendall blushed a little when Cara made a position where her bulge was shown to the world to appreciate. It was so ........ noticeable. Kendall kept telling herself that; her enjoying watching the class definitely had nothing to do with the blonde was only wearing sport bra and tight yoga pants. Nope, it had nothing to do with the bra, or the boobs, or the bulge...... Oh my God, Kendall didn’t even want to think about Cara's private parts.
Which, now that she had realized, she wasn’t the only one who was distracted with the bulge either. Because most of the people on that yoga class pretty much stealing glances to that direction.
And somehow, Kendall couldn’t help but glaring to every one of them.
Fucking weird.
Kendall was annoyed at herself for being weird and creepy like that, and at the same time also annoyed with Cara for making her as a driver, instead of a date. Like, what the fuck? She went all out last night with all the dress and makeup, and Cara was asleep. Sure the blonde apologized, and for once, Kendall willing to understand and forgave her mistake. But then, Cara asked Kendall rubbing her back like she was her mom or something.
Again, what the fuck?!
And now?! Now Cara treated her like a freaking driver, and Kendall had enough. She wasn’t going to stay quiet being treated like this. She would speak to the blonde what was on her mind.
“Ready?” Cara approached her after she changed back to her normal clothes.
Thank God, no more bulge!
Kendall didn’t say anything, and only stood up and walked ahead the blonde.
Despite her former intention for speaking what was on her mind, Kendall didn’t say a word instead, and even though she followed wherever Cara asked her to drive to, the brunette still hadn’t say a single word to the blonde. After more than half an hour being ignored, Cara began getting annoyed with Kendall’s cold attitude.
“You know what, Kendall, it won’t kill you to smile. Or to talk. Just sayin,” Cara told her, cynically.
“Well you know what, Cara?! This is the worst fucking date ever!” Kendall finally blurted.
Cara was not expecting that, she felt insulted as well. “Excuse me?!” she said incredulously.
“I dressed up for you last night, and what were you doing?! Sleeping. But since you had a legit reason, I tolerate that mistake. But now? You treat me like a fucking Uber! And burrito? Seriously? Is that what you call a date?! You know what, I’ve never been grateful that I said no when you asked me to be your one week girlfriend! ‘Cause if this how you treat your date, then I don’t wanna know how you treat your girlfriend!” Kendall ranted.
Cara crossed her arms, and facing the brunette. She was officially offended at that point. “You treated me like a servant for seven days, and I did it anyway! Did you think I like being treated like that?! I’m a firm believer of equality, and how you treated me that days were far from being equal, but I did it anyway! And this? It's just been less than six hours since you picked me up, and you’re already complaining! You spoiled little......”Cara stopped then took a deep breath, so she wouldn’t insult Kendall even more, the last thing she needed was Kendall ended up hating her more than she already was.
Kendall didn’t back out, “You forget something,” she said.
Cara glared at her.
“I told you since the beginning about you being my servant as my winning prize, so you knew what you had to deal with,” Kendall said, then continued, “yet our deal for yours is, I’ll be your weekend date. Not weekend slave. So excuse me if I’m not prepared being treated like a fucking driver!”
Cara instantly feeling guilty. She couldn’t believe herself being guilty over this shit. But Kendall had a point. Totally had a point.
Cara was going to say something, when Kendall continued, “I’m ending this agreement. I have some self respect, this is not what I’ve agreed on. I’m driving you home now, you can find anyone else who wants to do this shit for you.”
Hearing what Kendall had just said, the first thing Cara felt was... disappointment. She'd been looking forward for this weekend and yet Kendall cut it shortly. She felt upset, because of Kendall for being such a whiny little shit, and because of herself for being number one asshole.
But Cara didn’t argue.
She didn’t agree nor disagree, she just let Kendall drove her home. Ending their date early. The date that Cara had been waiting ever since she’d won the bet.
And it was because of her fault.
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Kendall was just scrolling her phone randomly in her room, criticizing and insulting every people she knew on her social media. She felt like she was bitchier than usual, but that was to be expected, since after she dropped Cara off to her house somehow she wanted to slap and kick everyone she saw that day.
How Cara managed to irk her to a whole another level, was beyond her.
This is the worst weekend ever! She huffed.
She couldn’t believe she didn’t enjoy their date day, that supposedly she thought that she was going to enjoy, even for a little bit.
Kendall scoffed, what was I thinking, there’s nothing I could expect from Cara fucking Delevingne other than being an asshole for the rest of her life. She thought.
Knock… knock… knock…!
The cheer captain groaned before stood up from the couch she was lounging before, and walked toward her door, ready to kill anyone who had guts to bother her when she was on her bad mood. She opened the door harshly.
“What—
Kendall suddenly stopped. She was confused why this person was here and what the hell this person wanted.
The brunette then leaned on her side on to the door and crossing her arms.
“What do you want and how did you get in?!” she asked, coldly.
“Umm.… Your sister let me in, she said I should just go to your room instead of waiting downstairs.”
Of course Kylie would do that.... Kendall rolled her eyes.
“You didn’t answer me. What do you want? I thought I made it clear that I no longer wanna be on whatever your sick game is,” Kendall said, again still with the cold tone.
Cara sighed, “I’m sorry okay?! Honestly I never been on a date so I’m not exactly sure what should I do. I mean, I understand movie and dinner. I had reservation last night. But… to spend a whole day with….” She paused then cleared her throat, “…. to spend a whole day doing date stuff, I’m honestly not sure what to do,” she continued.
“Look, since it’s still 5 pm, why don’t I take you to that café you were talking about? You know, the one you told me when you were insulting my favorite coffee shop. Let’s go there, let me take you to a coffee date. Or non-date, I don’t really care about the term. But let’s just... try being civil and enjoy this weekend,” Cara finished.
Kendall could see how sincere Cara’s apology was, and she also noticed how nervous the blonde was, with how she was biting her lip and couldn’t stay still as she stood.
Cute…
Wait what?!
Kendall cleared her throat before she shook her head, trying to get rid whatever non-sense that was going on inside her head.
“Okay,” she blurted before she even could think.
Cara’s eyes went wide, obviously surprised that Kendall agreed without arguing.
“Okay? For real?”
Kendall nodded, “Lemme get my purse. You can wait in your car if you want,” she said.
“No it’s cool, I’ll wait here.” Cara said, for some reason, wanted to make sure Kendall wouldn’t back out.
“Suit yourself.” Kendall shrugged, and turned around taking her purse and phone and went to her bathroom, making sure she looked presentable, before she walked back to the door and left her room.
With Cara behind her, following her like a cute little puppy.
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