Chapter 14: Commitment (Wabara’s POV)
It was Monday now. I met Indigo yesterday too but we actually only talked about the project. We started and I am so intrigued.
She was being a total bitch. It was kind of hot but I don’t think that’s the disorder she’s role-playing, it’s just her. And it’s what she was wearing. A cute, frilly, short, red sundress. She doesn’t know dresses are my weak spot. She doesn’t know I pay more attention to her when she’s wearing a dress. So it happened unintentionally. But it fucking happened.
And the whole time, I had to focus more on not getting a hard-on and redirecting my attention to the answers she was giving me. But noted. Bitchy Indigo is next in bed.
In the dress, she looked like heaven. And then she opened her mouth and sounded like sin. And then after all the psychology shit, when I kissed her, she tasted like it too.
I was currently standing outside our English Literature hall, waiting for the doors to open with a few other people around me. I looked over when I heard her curse loudly. I know that voice and I know that groan.
“Fuck’s sake!” She sank to her knees, gathering all her things. Already, I can tell, she’s having a bad day. She stood back up, fixed her bag on her shoulder, and glared at the guy who ran into her and then right past her without helping her. She ran over, stopping beside me. “Am I late?”
“You got lucky. The previous class is running overtime.”
“Thank god,” she sighed in relief.
“Bad day?” I asked, looking at her while her arm brushed against mine.
“Very bad day,” she mumbled.
I looked around, I looked at the time, then I looked down at her. “Class is running ten minutes late. You want to skip? We only have this class today.”
“No, we have psychology right after.” She turned to me.
“You’re no fun,” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Wabara!” We both looked over, seeing Landon coming this way.
We both straightened up and she even cleared her throat. But we’re in luck. The doors opened and we both bolted in, sitting at the very back so when Landon came in, he wouldn’t see us.
The class filed in too and by the time he made it inside, our professor did too. “If you’re not in this class, please leave. We’re already late today.” He had to leave after that.
We both exchanged a look and then proceeded to act like nothing happened. “Indigo,” I whispered, putting my head down on the desk.
“What?” she mumbled, focused on taking notes.
“What are you doing after classes today?”
“You.”
I lifted my head, looking at her in surprise.
“All day.”
I blinked once. Then twice. “For real?”
“No, you idiot. Why are you asking?” She sighed, putting her pen down and turning to me.
“Let’s go somewhere. I’ll be bored at the apartment. I don’t even have basketball today.”
She nodded with a small shrug, “Okay. Just pick a place.”
“We’ll go straight from campus.”
“Okay,” she sang, bringing her face closer to mine. When I leaned back in, she quickly turned to her notes and started working on those again.