Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Sookie.” A male voice sounds followed by a knock.
It’s Jay.
Sookie lowers his head. “I’ll be right out.”
“Rae was looking for you, I told him you already went back to the house but he wants you to record for an hour or so while we have a break.”
“Right, okay one minute.”
He tries the handle and let’s himself in. “No, not one min---” Jay turns around. “Please tell me you two weren’t sneaking off—again.”
“His clothes were wet.” I say lamely.
Jay cackles out a very unamused laugh. “And he suddenly forgot how to use a towel?”
I nod. “Amnesia from the cold.”
“I had hypothermia.” Sookie pipes up.
“Unbelievable! You’re just as bad as he is and—”
“Yo, Sookie you in here changing?” Kai’s voice sounds, followed by Lucas’s, just open it.
The door opens again, and Kai and Lucas stumble in, it closes behind them in a final click, I’m sure they see my swollen lips followed by the fact that Sookie has no shirt on and has equally swollen lips.
Lucas shoots me a glare, then looks at Sookie. “You can’t be doing this, there are too many cameras!”
Sookie rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay Mr. Self-Control.”
Lucas jabs a finger at him. “Why is it that the maknae is always the rebel? Why?”
Kai sighs. “I think it stems from being protected so long, almost like a pastors kid who suddenly goes to college and is allowed to watch Harry Potter.”
“Huh?” Everyone says in unison.
Kai frowns. “Wait, you guys were allowed to watch that even on a Sunday?”
“Yeah, man.” Jay pats him on the back. “And your parents aren’t pastors.”
“No,” He crosses his arms, “My mom leads a prayer group and donates, it’s all for the clout, disgusting .”
“Wow.” Sookie says. “I never knew you had such a tortured childhood.”
“Times were hard,” Kai agrees. “Anyway, we really need to stop meeting in public places.”
“Agreed.” Lucas says quickly. “Just wait until after filming and we’ll figure it out. The album needs to release without any issues and you’re both getting sloppy it’s hard enough to see the way you looked at each other today.”
“Sorry.” Sookie mumbles softly. “I’m not normally like this.”
Kai bursts out laughing. “You mean horny?”
“In love.” Sookie corrects him.
The room goes silent.
I reach for Sookie’s hand, grip it and lean on his shoulder. “I’ll leave first.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Sookie
I make it back to the house in time to change again and go to the girls’ house .Thankfully for me, my date night card was a really intimate night at home,
I do have to follow instructions on cooking but it won’t b hard, it actually sounds exciting despite it being Iseul because I love cooking, this is the one time too that nobody other than the main film crew get to be on set.
I grab the rose they gave me to hand to her and knock on the door of the girls house. She answers right away like some stalker that saw me coming and is literally in a similar dress she wore on our first date.
It’s tight black nit dress with white lace sleeves and white lace around her throat in a turtleneck sort of fashion that comes all the way down the front.
She looks like a pretty nun.
I don’t say it out loud.
I’d hated that dress the minute I saw it the first time, but loved her and remember trying to figure out how to even get it off of her—not that we made it that far on our first date, It was more like awkward making out and feeling up.
I was so stupid back then, thinking she wanted anything from me when all she wanted was to be with an idol, she knew if I made it big, she’d have money and fame right along with me, latched on. I didn’t know until after her miscarriage that she’d purposefully done everything in her power to make sure that I was hers and warned off other girls I had been interested in at the time.
“Here.” I thrust the rose in her face.
She takes it and sniffs it then does a little twirl for me. “Do you remember this dress?”
I want to burn this dress. “Yeah, from our first date.”
“I had such a crush on you in high school.” She pouts out her lower lip. “Why don’t you come in? Everyone is out on their dates so it’s just us, I think we get two hours together .”
Those will be the longest two hours of my life. I just know it.
Hour One: She brings out yearbooks for me to look at and actually starts to fake cry, then gossip about one of the girls in our graduating class that flunked out of University. While I’m trying to finish the pasta I made for both of us.
Ninety Minutes in: She asks if I want dessert and accidentally spills chocolate on her dress then runs upstairs to change, only to come back in short black spandex shorts and a yellow crop top that shows way too much skin.