Unexpected

• Chapter Twenty-Two •

"Liking someone does not make you weak." ~ Sarah Mlynowski

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As it's the last day of term, I decide to try and dress nicely to remind everyone that I'm not an absolute slob. Ugh, who am I kidding? It's obviously because Abel and I have grown... closer.

I actually despise girls who dress for guys. Like seriously, wearing the tightest tops that make your boobs look like they're gonna fall out isn't the way sister.

Yet here I am, doing one of the things I never saw myself doing. What has this world come to?

Sighing dramatically, I pull on the navy blue jumper dress with red writing on it and tie a belt around my waist. I pair it with black tights and black boots before looking at myself in my full length mirror. Not feeling satisfied, I accessorise with some small silver hoop earrings and a white silver necklace my grandma gave to me.

Once I feel happy with my appearance, I quickly make my way downstairs already running a little late since I took so long.

"Hurry up Keziah." Says Marcel, "You take forever to get ready now."

"Actually Marce, Abel is taking me to  school."

"Again? No wonder you're dressed presentably today."

I roll my eyes. "Abel is already here, so I no longer have to listen to you spout rubbish in my ear."  Ha that rhymed.

I walk away before Marcel has a chance to respond otherwise we'd be there all day arguing.

Even though it was unseasonably warm last week, the weather has done a flip turn making it feel like 10 degrees.

England weather is so unpredictable and quite frankly, annoying. One minute I'm freezing with my teeth chattering away while the next, I feel like stripping into my undies from the boiling sun. It really does make dressing up appropriately really hard. That's why today, I'm wearing a warm jumper dress instead of my usual leggings and short sleeved shirt.

As I walk towards Abel's car, he winds his window down and whistles at me.

"Dressing nice for me Brown Eyes?" He says smugly.

I open the car door and punch him in the arm. "No! I am an independent woman Abel. I dress for no one except me." I say with a little bit of attitude.

I mean, he's not wrong but he doesn't have to know that.

"I'm kidding! You look nice everyday but this dress give you that extra oomph."

I roll my eyes and try not to swoon at his compliment.

Abel places his hand on my thigh and rubs it slightly with his thumb causing my breath to hitch.

"But really Keziah, you look gorgeous today. You're so beautiful." He says smoothly.

"Abel. You really need to stop with the compliments all the time."

"I'm gonna keep doing it until you no longer get shy from the things I say. And even then, I won't stop because you need to know what I think of you and how I see you."

He really is the cutest.

"Thank you Abe." I whisper shyly.

"It's my pleasure Brown Eyes." He pauses for  second. "But do you really have to be so violent all the time? I have multiple bruises from your attacks."

"Stop being so dramatic, I barely touched you. Next time, I'll do it harder and then you'll be moaning about it."

Abel quickly smirks at me before facing the road. "Sounds kinky."