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Spandex Initiative
I
am nuts! I am, aren't I? Why else would I say yes? I have totally
lost it! I mean, what the hell was I thinking? Me? And that...that
thing? I should kill Payal! I should've done that a long time ago! It
would make my entire existence so much easier!
Wait!
No! Poor Payal is only responsible for half the craziness in my life.
Why am I only planning her murder? No! I need to kill him too! Yes!
If I kill them both, I will have a happy, healthy, jail-free life!
Because god knows we almost got caught a thousand times! I mean, I do
enjoy our crazy antics, but that is completely irrelevant! What is
important is that they drag me into this crazy shit! So yeah, I
should totally take them out! *evil smile*
But
how? They are the planners in our group, not me. I should make a list
of what I would need.
1.
Black spy outfit (A must for assassins. Spandex?)
2.
A gun? (Too messy? Look for alternatives)
3.
One of those cool escape vehicles (My old civic would not do!)
4.An
alibi (See, CSI is useful!)
5.
Glycerin (Mourning)
That
should do it! Now for a place...
"Khushi!?"
I
slammed the book shut and made a dive for my bed to hide it. And
managed to shove it under the mattress, just in time for the door to
open and my best friend to barge into my room.
Would
it be too much to ask for a knock?
In
my attempt to hide my diary, I ended up on the bed in an awkward
position with my body half-way turned towards the door and the other
half hanging off the edge.
"Were
you fighting with the bed?" Payal, my pain-in-the-butt friend,
asked with a smirk.
I
scowled at her and climbed properly onto the bed, and after I was
comfortably settled, threw a pillow at her.
She
swore as it hit her right in the face, messing up her "carefully
crafted" curls.
"You
messed up my makeup!" she screamed, looking at me as if I had
committed the biggest sin known to man.
I
laughed at her expression, and casually said "Who are you dressing
up for anyway? Didn't Aakash ditch you for Ms.BigTits?"
If
looks could kill...
"First
of all her tits are as fake as a two dollar bill, and second of all
he didn't ditch me, I dumped him. And lastly who says single women
can't dress up? We dress to kill babe." she smirked.
"Well,
that settles it then! I don't have to dress up!"
She
scowled at me and said, "Oh no you don't! Get your lazy butt off
the bed and go shower!"
I
dragged myself off the bed and got into the shower. I
need to get a move on with Mission: Spandex! What? It's unique!
After
getting trimmed and buffed and poked and prodded, I was finally
declared perfect to attend the party.
"Do
I really have to wear that...thing?" I asked, hesitantly.
I
am not modest, not at all. I like to flaunt what I've got, but when
she forced me to wear something that looked fit for a five year old,
you couldn't blame me for trying to talk some sense into her.
"You
lost the bet, this is my reward." she smirked, enjoying watching me
squirm. Bitch!
I
squeezed myself into the the "LBD", all the while mentally
cursing and planning the murder of my best friend.
"All
done?" she asked cheerfully.
Of
course she would! She wasn't the one being suffocated in the dress.
With
a fake smile, I said "Sure! I am all set to be groped tonight! I
mean, this dress screams "Come at me!" I roll my eyes.
"Oh!
Stop it, you drama queen! No one will come within 10 feet of you!
Your man will make sure of it!"
"Speaking
of my man...where is he?" I looked at the clock, "He's supposed
to be here by now."
"Your
man was
here 15 mins ago and waiting for you down the hall." came a gruff
reply.
I
turned around and swooned at the view. He was wearing black jeans
paired with a dark blue shirt and his signature leather jacket. His
hair was a mess as always, the kind that looked like someone had just
thoroughly run their hands through it, and boy, did I want to be next
in line! But what mesmerized me the most were his eyes, his brown,
now, black with desire, eyes that trapped me and held me captive.
"If
you two are done eye-f**king each other, we can leave for the party."
Payal piped up, breaking our trance. I
swear, if she wasn't my best friend she would be six feet under by
now!
He
looked over at Payal, miffed but not showing, "Just because you
don't have a man doesn't mean we all have to suffer Payal." he
smiled a placating smile that was sure to piss her off.
I
rolled my eyes at them! Not
again!
Payal
looked at him with a glare that would have sent any other guy running
for their lives. But because this was Arnav, and he had no sense of
self-preservation what-so-ever, he kept staring at her with a smile,
until she huffed and walked away.
"Oh!
And Payal? I need to get something from Khushi's room. Why don't you
wait for us downstairs?" he asked, and looked at me with a naughty
smirk.
Payal
scoffed at the excuse. "Does this something start with Ki and end
with ss? No thank you, I knew if I trusted you guys we would never
make it to the party! I have a ride!" she said, walking away,
slamming the door shut on her way.
"So..."
I said, a smile on her face. What
is it about him? He makes me happy by just being in the same room!
"So...you
look hot!" he said, reaching out to grab me.
I
slapped his hands away and glared at him. "Hot?" I screamed. "Why
do I always have to be hot? Why not cute or pretty or beautiful? I
don't look it, but I am a romantic at heart you know?"
"Well.."
he drawled. "How do you wear something like that, and expect to be
called anything but hot, babe?" he smirked.
With
that he pulled me towards him forcefully, making me crash into his
chest.
"And
how do you expect me to let you leave this room dressed like that?"
he whispered into my ear, biting at the lobe.
I
bit back a whimper at his ministrations, I
cannot let him win!
"I
don't need you to let
me
do anything!" I bit back, " I can do whatever I want, and if what
I want to do is go to that party dressed like this, then you be damn
sure I'll be going!"
He
skimmed my cheek bone with his nose, and followed the trail back up
with kisses and whispered, "I am sure I could persuade you
otherwise."
Was
it getting hot in here?
"And
what would those persuasion tactics be?" I asked, knowing
this could go nowhere with my parents in the house! Because I am a
masochist!
"Well,
I'd start by kissing you here." He placed a kiss on my cheek and
trailed lower. "And here." another one at my chin, nipping at it.
"Another one here" he trailed kisses down the length of my neck
"And mark you here." saying this he bit the junction between my
neck and collarbone, soothing it with his tongue.
"And
if you are still not convinced, I'd do this." saying this he
claimed my lips in a passionate kiss.
I
resisted at first, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of
winning, but a girl has her needs too, and could not be expected to
resist such temptation.
His
lips tasted like cinnamon, coffee and something so essentially him...
I could not get enough of it! I wrapped my hands around his neck and
finally, finally got my hands in his hair, tugging at it, pulling him
close; he could never be close enough!
He
walked me backwards and I hit the edge of the bed. I fell back on the
bed, pulling him with me. He held his weight on his arms, all the
while not breaking the kiss.
He
bit my bottom lip, eliciting a gasp, and taking the opportunity to
invade my mouth. We bit and nipped at each other, trying to gain the
upper hand. And when we couldn't go without air anymore, he left my
lips and trailed them down my neck.
I
was so lost in the daze that I didn't hear the footsteps before my
door was slammed open.
"What
the hell is going on in here?"
We
broke away from each other, and the blood ran out of my face as I saw
the person standing at the door.
"Dad?"
Crap!
I had forgotten all about my parents!
Chapter Two- Body Shots
Edited by jeej - 11 years ago
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