CHAPTER 2

The three hard, loud against the door are only drowned out by the heavy rock music blasting from behind the door. She lets out a breath of frustration, whipping out her phone to dial his number. It rings, and then he picks up. She cringes at the music coming out more clearly, directly into her eardrum.

"I'm at your door." She says impatiently.

"What?!" He yells into the receiver, making her snatch it away from her ear with a grimace. She kicks at the door forcibly, while yelling back into the phone.

"I SAID I'M AT YOUR DOOR!"

"Ohh.." He laughs loudly and then the call ends and a moment later the music is turned off and the door is opening. Of course, he's only in his boxers. He smirks, giving her a slow once over. "Hello gorgeous. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing your sexy self so early this morning?"

She rolls her eyes, pushing past him. "I need your clothes."

He closes the door and turns to her with an amused cocked brow. "All I have are these but if you insist." He began to pull them down when she interrupts with a hand up and eyes closed in disgust.

"Please, don't. I rather not have that visual scarred in my mind. I need some of your outfits."

He chuckles, crossing his arms. "You enjoyed this visual thoroughly once upon a time."

"I also once snorted pixie sticks in primary. Apparently we do get wiser in age."

"You wound me." He says dramatically before coming to sit next to her. "So why do you want some of my clothes? You wanna snuggle up in one of my sweatshirts at the lacrosse game tonight? Sammycakes will literally try to murder me."

"No..I need them for a..friend." She says a bit coyly.

His brows scrunched together. "A friend? What friend?"

"You don't know him."

"How do you know him? We have the same friends."

"Nora's not your friend."

"Well, it's not from lack of trying she's worse than Samantha."

"Can you just not ask anymore questions and give my like a week's worth of clothes?"

"A weeks!? What the hell, Bonnie."

"C'mon it's not like you're going to miss them. You practically have more clothes than I do."

"That doesn't mean I'm in a giving mood."

"Jake." She gave him a little pout.

"Why can't you just go buy some? How do you even know the my clothes will fit this dude?"

"You know my dad has me on a credit card limit now and you're practically the same body type and height. Just say yes."

He studied her. "What are you up to?"

"I'll tell you later."

"When later?"

"Soon later."

"Fine." He rose from his bed, walking over to his closet, ruffling through his clothes. "Is this guy at least good-looking? I don't want a dud walking around in my five hundred dollar slacks."

"He's...alright."

He stopped, looking back at her. A sly grin grew on his face. "You like this kid!"

She snorts. "I do not."

"You totally have the hots for him."

"Jake, I have things to do today." She says impatiently.

"Like your new boyfriend?"

She flashed him an unamused smile."Funny."

"C'mon, Bon. Out of everyone, you can tell me anything. You know I don't judge."

"He's not my boyfriend, you idiot. You think I'd cheat on Sam?"

He held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just saying, I don't judge. I didn't judge when you and Nora still stayed roommates after everything and with you dating Samantha and all."

Her brow cocked. "And what was there to judge exactly?"

"Well, you know that's why you guys were fighting so much in the beginning, hell why you still sometimes fight now. Can't imagine what new guy's going to stir up. Samantha doesn't share. Believe me, I've asked."

She pushed him with a roll of her eyes. "This is why I don't come over here early in the morning. Your brains cells haven't fully kicked in at this hour."

"Hey, I'm just trying give you a little relationship advice."

She couldn't stop the burst of laugher, as she walked to a corner in his room, slowly picking up a pair of silk purple panties with her pinky finger. She cocked an eyebrow. "Do these belong to Cami or Ashley? Or your girlfriend Simone, maybe?"

He walked over to snatch them out of her hands with a tight smile. "A week's worth you said?"

She smiles with a slow nod, as he goes back to his closet, grumbling under his breath, stealthily shoving the underwear into one of his coat pockets.

The door swung open, just as she was putting the key in the key hole. She jumped, grabbing her chest, seeing Kai on the other side standing causally. "Hi."

"Hi." She breathed, gently pushing past him. "You're just answering my door, huh?" She tossed the bag of clothes on the bed before facing him.

"Well I heard the keys so."

She looked around with a frown. "Where's Nora?"

He came to stand in front of her. "She went to a class I guess. Something important."

Her brows rose. "She left you alone in our room?"

"Not before threatening to turn me over to the cops if anything ends up broken or missing."

"That sounds about right." She giggles, plopping on her bed.

He came and plopped down next to her. "Yeah thanks for leaving me with her. She interrogated me. Might as well been talking to a cop."

"What did she ask you?"

"How we met each other."

"What did you say? Please don't tell me you actually told her"

"No, I like my balls in tact." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out despite Nora' cold demeanor that she was extremely protective of the small brunette. Maybe there was even a hint of possessiveness there? He hadn't seen enough to be sure yet.

"Good." Bonnie breathed. "I, got you some clothes.. because I don't think I can keep looking at that wrinkled Scooby-Doo shirt."

He feigned offense. "Are you judging my choice of clothing?"

"Yes." She deadpanned.

"How rich girl, boarding school of you."

She rolled her eyes. "Just try them on." She pushed the bag into her arms. "We need you to fit in and fast. First step is looking the part."

He gripped the bag with a grin. "You know this sounds like a movie. Where the hot girl tries to change the equally hot guy's wardrobe to fit him in until later she realizes she should've excepted his rad Scooby-Doo shirt and they ride off into the sunset."

Bonnie cocked a brow.

"I'm going to try these on." Kai turned and headed to the bathroom. She shook her head in amusement as she watched him leave. He was so strange..but in a good way? She was lost in thought when he emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed in the new attire. She blinked.

"How do I look?" He asked with a smirk. He flipped his hair dramatically out of his face.

Her eyes slowly trailed his form. Those clothes were a good fit, a really good fit. "They'll do." She says causally.

"That's all I get?"

She rolled her eyes. "You look good."

"Come on...you can do better than that."

"Remember the thing I said about my heel and your balls?"

"Vividly."

"Perfect." She grabbed her keys and his arm. "Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"I'm going to introduce you to some of my friends."

"Are they all as nice as Nora?" He asked sarcastically, letting her tug him out the dorm room.

"No, you'll probably end up liking Nora more to be honest."

"You're joking, right?"

Bonnie only grinned pulling him along.