Trust Issues #7
The janitor snorted, “Sorry, kid. Someone made a mess in I.S.S. I’ve got to clean it up.” Keaton snarled, “THAT BITCH!” I didn’t have to ask. I knew who he was talking about. I frowned, “You think it was Lisa?” Keaton gritted his teeth, “I know it was. Come on, I'll walk you to your class.”
I smiled at my man and left him at the door when I entered my science class. Immy was waiting. I saw one of Lisa’s friends walk by Immy about to spill some blue dye on her. I grabbed my friend’s chair and pulled it away.
The dye fell on the floor and the girl glared at me. Immy gasped, “Are you freaking kidding me, Liz?!” Liz shrugged, “It was an accident.” I snorted, “Liar.” The teacher walked over, “Liz, clean this up.” Liz haughtily said, “The janitor can, it’s his job.”
My jaw dropped. The teacher growled, “Liz, clean this up.” Liz sighed and went to get something; I’d assume cleaning supplies. I told Immy, “Lisa’s clan is out of control.” Immy snorted, “Not for long.” I had no idea why my friend thought that.
These girls didn’t show any signs of stopping.
They seemed to be targeting anyone who was my friend.
Their attempted message was clear. Befriend me and you’ll have problems. Did they really not see they were messing with the wrong group of people?
Immy’s family owned the town with Keaton’s. Going after her was social suicide.
When school ended Keaton was waiting for me up front. I skipped over to him. He told me, “Bryce is going to give you a ride with Immy to your apartment. I’m going to run home and change. I am apparently not in the proper attire. I’ll pick you up soon.” I smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips.
Immy grabbed my hand, “Come on, let’s get you ready.” I laughed, “I already have the outfit.” Immy said, “Yes, and I’m going to do your makeup and hair. You are such good practice. I usually just snap my fingers and I’m done with it.”
I laughed, “How would that help get anyone ready?” Immy grumbled, “One day, you will understand.” I snorted, “I hope I understand a lot of things one day.” For instance, I’d like to understand why I had lost my mind since coming to this town.
Bryce drove us to my place then declared, “You look a lot better than you did this morning, Katie.” I laughed, “I probably looked like a drowned rat. I was in the bathtub when you guys arrived.” Bryce frowned, “What do you mean? We were knocking on your door for fifteen minutes.” I quickly said, “I was just really tired, and out of it.”
I was NOT under water for fifteen minutes. That was crazy. What was crazier was that I would swear it was hours, but that was not possible. Bryce and I both had to be wrong. Or I woke up when I slipped under water. That was also an option.
Bryce dropped us off at the door. He told Immy, “I’ll wait out here.” I frowned, “That’s silly. Go park in the space beside the red mustang, then come on up.” Bryce smiled, “Thanks, Katie.” I smiled at him before Immy and I went inside.
Once we got into my apartment, my friend grabbed a chair and dragged it into the bathroom. I sat down as she did my makeup. Then Immy moved onto my hair and spiral curled it. She observed her handy work grabbing a few other pieces to curl.
Immy smiled announcing, “Perfect. Ok, it’s time to get dressed.” I laughed and quickly put on the outfit we’d picked out. My friend squealed, “Flawless! Come on.” She dragged me out of the room shouting, “Ta-dah! Doesn’t she look awesome, Bryce?”
Bryce spit out his drink then shouted, “Immy, they are ice skating! Also, you were right about the boobs and butt thing.” I blushed.
My bra’s had gotten a little bit strained but not bad.
Immy said, “I know, right? Keaton’s not going to let Katie fall down though so she’s perfectly fine in this outfit. ”
Bryce snickered, “Keaton won’t be able to sit down. You look beautiful, Katie. Are we leaving Immy?” Immy gasped, “Do I look like a sucker to you? If we leave, Keaton won’t take her on their date!” I asked, “Why not?”
Bryce snorted, “He’s a possessive Alpha male and you look good enough to eat.” Immy laughed. I rolled my eyes, “I’m not even his girlfriend yet, this is our first date.” Bryce muttered, “You’re so much more than his girlfriend.” I was what? I let that comment go.
We watched T.V. for fifteen minutes before the song started to play in my head a few minutes before the knock sounded on the door. Immy skipped over to it, and I stood as Keaton walked in. A low growl sounded in his chest making me blush.
Immy squealed, “He brought you chocolates!” My date had a large Crunch bar in his hands. I smiled, “That’s so nice. Thank god it’s not flowers, I don’t really like them. It’s like this whole obligation to keep the flowers alive.”
I groaned, “No matter how much you feed them that food, they eventually die. Then you have to throw them away and find a place to put the vase. My mom used to get a lot of flowers, and she’d leave them at my place. I swear I had more vases than anything else.”
I waved, “The point is, I really don’t like flowers. It’s like a gift disguised as an obligation. They are pretty though. Chocolate or food of any kind is way better.” Stop talking, Odette. Keaton asked, “What’s your favorite chocolate?”
I smiled answering, “Crunch bars, so you did a good job.” Bryce said, “Those are Keaton’s favorite too.” He winked at Keaton. Immy said, “We will walk down with you guys.” She handed me my jacket. Keaton grabbed my hand and we used the elevator to go down to the garage.
My date helped me into his truck. I was trying to take deep breaths because Immy had me being worried about Keaton jumping me, but the opposite was the problem. The man was fine and he only had on nice shirt and jeans.
I told him, “You look really nice.” Keaton glanced over and squeezed my bare leg. “Thanks, my beautiful Song. You look stunning.” I smiled at him asking, “Your Song?” Keaton winked, “It was on Immy’s list of options and I thought it fit. You sing beautifully, and I’m your Key. So, you’re my Song.”
The song in my head was so happy it was practically shouting. I was unable to keep a smile off my face well after arriving at the ice skating rink. I asked, “Is Wednesday a slow day for ice skating?” Keaton smirked, “My brother owns the place, and I asked him to close it for us.”
I stopped walking and gaped at him. I asked, “Are you serious? Your brother is losing business over our date? Oh gosh. He’s not going to like me, is he?
” Keaton laughed, “Emmett will be fine. He doesn’t need the money from ice skating on a Wednesday night.
Trust me. Besides, my brother already likes you because your name isn’t Lisa. ” I snorted.
We walked inside and Keaton went behind the counter to get skates for us. I looked down laughing, “You know my shoe size?” He shrugged, “I notice things about you.” I raised an eyebrow. Keaton chuckled admitting, “Or I asked Immy.” I nodded, smiling, “That sounds right.”
We sat down and Keaton helped me lace up my skates. Music began playing which made me notice the remote in my date’s hand. Keaton helped me out onto the ice. I started to fall but he grabbed me around the waist, pulling me into him.
I looked up at him breathlessly. Keaton leaned down and kissed me. The song in my head happily hummed quietly. Was this just permanent now? Would my head forever sing around him? If it was, I was grateful the song was pretty.
Keaton pulled back asking, “Are you ok?” I nodded, not looking away from him. My date gently released me and I took a tentative skate forward. Keaton was skating backwards with ease. We made it around a few times.