You'll Fall For Me, I Promise

7; 'You Look Good In White'

I wake up, yawning and stretching my arms out. I look at the window and see it's still relatively dark, causing me to turn over at look at the alarm clock. I'm startled when I see that it's only 5:58am and groan in annoyance. I curl back up in my bed but struggle to go back to sleep, and so climb out of bed and decide to take a shower.

I only spend about 10 minutes in the shower, not particularly fond of wasting water. I change into light washed, jean shorts with a black, front tie tank top. Over top I throw on a checked shirt, and pull on a pair of brown, ankle boots. Once dressed I sit at my dressing table, blow drying my dark, auburn locks, curling them lightly so that the ends have loose ringlets.

I apply a little concealer, a little mascara, and a nude lipstick before nodding in approval at my appearance. It's only 7am and it's already hot. I sit on my bed and scroll through my phone, waiting for the time to pass before I can go downstairs and make myself some breakfast.

As I mindlessly scroll through social media I hear a light tapping on my window. I furrow my eyebrows, looking over at the curtains that were only slightly parted, not seeing much. I decide to investigate, leaving my phone on my bed as I cautiously make my way over to my window. I pull the curtains apart and jump back the moment a fist knocks gently on my window again, my heart nearly beating out of my chest.

Blake mimes for me to open the window, but I shake my head. He glares at me, eyebrows scrunched together in anger. Open it, now. He demands, lip syncing the words. I open the window, but very slightly, locking it in position so that he couldn't open it any further. "What's wrong with you?" He growls, looking at the barely open window.

"I do not let bullies or criminals into my house, let alone my room." My tone is stern, well, as stern as I possibly could sound as a 5'5 teenage girl.

"You look like a toddler throwing a tantrum," he comments, smirking at me. "Now, let me in," he demands again. Of course I give in, I can't have a conversation with him through the window while he sits in my tree. "Finally," he grumbles, climbing in and closing the window behind him.

I look at him hesitantly. "What can I do for you, Dixon?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to be calm and authoritative.

"I'm taking you to school today!" He announces, making himself comfortable on my bed. It's almost normal to see him there now, with the countless times this past week he's sneaked into my room.

"Oh no," I mumble, shaking my head. "No way!"

"Why no-" Blake is cut off by the knocking on my door.

"Who're you talking to, honey?" I hear my dad's voice through the door as he tries the door knob. I mentally high five myself for locking my door before bed last night.

"No one!" I lie, pursing my lips when I know my lie is weak. "I'm just on the phone to Liam!" I call out agian, hoping he'd take the lie.

"Alright, well hurry up, I'm making pancakes!" He announces through the door, a smile spreading across my face. I hear footsteps fading and relax against my door, sighing in relief.

"You're such a good two shoes that you can't even lie properly," Blake groans, snapping me out of my thoughts. I see a smirk raising onto his lips, causing a frown to grace my own. "Nice outfit," he hums, eyes looking over my body. I subconsciously pull my shirt around to cover my body, still frowning at him. "I'll meet you outside," he says, going to the window. And with that, he left my bedroom.

I place my hand on my forehead, confused and annoyed. Then, I get a brilliant idea. I'll show him who's a goody two shoes.

I make my way downstairs, sitting at the counter and enjoy my breakfast, courtesy of my dad; blueberry pancakes, a little whipped cream, and a coffee to go. He knows me so well.