Chapter four: Kinky (And I oop-)

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The whole day flew over in the blink of an eye, it was a Wednesday afternoon and you were walking home as your mother had informed you she had gotten a job and now works from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon.

'Damn I really took getting picked up from school for granted.' Sighing slightly you picked up the pace.

While walking you passed a small, corner store, shoving your hand in your pocket you fiddled with the contents, "Should be enough." you spoke to nobody in particular as you entered the shop.

Your eyes skimmed and scammed the shelf what seemed to be twelve times until you had come to a final decision, "This one," picking up a chocolate bar that fit your tastes you walked up to the counter and paid for the treat.

Walking out of the shop, chocolate in hand you continued to journey home. The sun rays shone in your eyes which temporarily blinded you from what was about to happen.

A sudden, high pitched beep belonging to a car horn rang throughout your ears, it sounded way too close for comfort, and it dragged your attention into reality, you looked up to be faced with a moving car which was heading right for you.

Standing frozen in shock like a deer caught in headlights, you waited for your end to come.

But it didn't.

A hand grasped your arm firmly and pulled you away from the vehicle, the sudden tug surprised you, and the beloved chocolate bar fell from your grasp, the car sped off as it was lined back onto the road, the driver didn't even bother to get out and check if you were okay. 

What an ass.

You turned around to thank your saviour, "Thank y-" you stopped once you saw the man who fell into your cliche story, "have you been following me?"

You accused Damien of following you as you could've sworn you saw him walking in the opposite direction from you once school had finished.

"No," Damien let go of your arm and looked hurt from your accusation, "I was just walking in the same direction as you," he crossed his arms, "A simple thank you for saving me would be nice though," he imitated your voice.

Sighing you gave in, after all, you were grateful for his help, "Thank you," your eyes drifted off to the side and what you saw made your heart drop.

It was your chocolate bar.

It had been run over.

Your eyes instantly watered and you looked at Damien, "You didn't save my chocolate!"

"You almost get run over and you care more about chocolate than your own wellbeing?!" Damien was taken aback, "What are you, on your period or something-"

"Finish that sentence and I will choke you with a baseball bat." you glared at the male who only replied with one word.

"Kinky."

 Closing your eyes to hide the obvious eye roll which you had birthed you responded, "What the fuck is wrong with you-- Nevermind, this conversation is over, I'm going home."

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After a long ten minute walk, you had arrived home, using the spare key you keep on a lanyard around your neck you opened the door.

"Mum won't be back for about an hour and a bit," you checked the wall clock after closing the front door, "I wish I could order pizza," walking into the kitchen you opened the fridge, "I'll just make spaghetti bolognese, it'll save mum from cooking after work."

With that said you began cooking, boiling the spaghetti, frying the mince and adding seasoning. A good hour later your masterpiece was finished, it didn't look pretty after all you were a messy cook but you were sure it would taste nice.

Covering the food with its desired lids you began to clean up the kitchen which was once spotless.

Once the kitchen was presentable you got yourself a serving of food, sat down at the dining table and began to eat.

One mouthful later your mother had walked into the house, "I mwade fwood." your words muffled as you spoke with a mouthful of spaghetti.

~

Your uniform in the wash and soon to be thrown into the dryer you grabbed a set of pyjamas and undergarments, "Time to cleanse the outside world off of me."

Undressing once you walked into the bathroom, you walked into the shower and closed the somewhat clear, stain glass shower door.

Getting into the mood you squirted shampoo in your hair and started shamelessly singing whatever song which had popped into your mind.

You loved showers, they were warm and pleasant but about three songs in you realised this one was different.

Halfway through your song, you heard what sounded like a camera click.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise; an uneasy feeling lay in the pits of your stomach. Curious and semi frightened you opened the curtains and stuck your head out.

"What the fuck was that?"

The bathroom window was wide open, the fact that there were no screens on the windows shook you to the core, "That was not fucking open before." 

In a hot second, you had dashed toward your towel and instantly wrapped it around yourself, you didn't bother to turn off the shower until you slammed the window shut.

Stealing your clothes back you dashed into your room to get dressed in what seemed like a safer, more secure place.

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"Mum!" You ran around the house, searching for your mother with your clothes messily hugging your body, you had to tell her.

But at the same time.

You couldn't.

You felt like you could've been overreacting. Thinking too much into it, and besides, you really did not want to stress your mother out as soon as she had landed a new job.

"Yes, Y/n?"

'Fuck.'

"Um, Can you pick up some more," looking off to the side to search for an excuse your eyes landed upon a tin of cocoa powder sitting in the bin, "cocoa powder after work?"

Your mother sighed lightly, "If I have time, besides, how was your day?"

"Oh you know the usual," you crossed your arms over your chest lightly as you explained what 'the usual' was, "putting up with brainless people and almost getting hit by a car."

"Almost what?!" your mother's smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of worry, "Are you okay, you're not hurt are you?!"

"No! Mum, I'm fine, the car didn't even touch me," you replied but your mother didn't appear to be listening.

"I knew it was a bad idea to get a job and make you walk to and from school," she continued to mumble, "I'll just quit my job, that incident cannot happen again-"

Yeah, this was exactly why you didn't want to tell her what had happened in the bathroom—way too much stress for her.

"MUM!" You shouted to earn her attention, "I said I'm fine, a boy from my class pulled me away from the car, he stopped anything bad from happening so please chill!"

You continued once you had earned the gaze of your mother, "Also, what were you mumbling about just now, what do you mean can't happen again?"

"What? Oh nothing, just a mother's worry," her smile returned but her lower lip quivered, "but that boy you said helped you, we should invite him to dinner to show our gratitude for helping my baby girl"

"Wait, no mum that's not a good idea we're not even friends--"

"What's his name, is he handsome?"

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