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Lips, glossy, violet black perfection. When I stepped out, the boys wolf whistled in unison. “Holy hell,” Zephyr muttered. “We’re not going to make it to breakfast, are we?” “Oh, you are,” I teased. “But you're gonna suffer through it.” I twirled, letting the hem of my deep purple hoodie dress flip up just enough to tease. A silver skull sparkled on the chest, matching my combat boots. Fishnets completed the look because, obviously. I don’t do subtle.

After hours of opening and closing, they finally got to unwrap all the gifts, Annabelle had the following: Pullover hoodies with Annabelle-inspired graphics Casual dresses with Annabelle-themed prints Annabelle movie posters, horror-themed artwork Customizable mugs with Annabelle designs, funny quotes Soft throw blankets with Annabelle-inspired patterns Cute Annabelle plushies, horror-themed stuffed animalsp Jewelry Customizable necklaces, pendants with Annabelle's name Notebooks Personalized journals, and diaries with Annabelle's name Photobooks Customized photobooks with pictures of Annabelle Gift cards Redbubble gift cards for Annabelle-themed merchandise

Then he grabs a pair of black jeans and puts them on, doing up the buttons before reaching down for a black T-shirt. When he puts it on, I marvel at how tight it is showcasing his every muscle. His biceps flex in a way that gives me tingles throughout my body. The anticipation of what he will do with me when we get to the cabin makes my whole-body light up like a damn Christmas tree. From the bag he pulls out a hoodie, also black with his old college logo embossed on the front and draws the string so the hood is fixed around his head snuggly. “You look like you’re off to do a bank job, Blake,” I laugh as I speak.

Sure, I could just walk from here, yet I needed my books—and boy they were all hardbound so it’d really be a pain in the back (literally) if I’d put them all in my bag. “Kath?” I cocked my head to the side, as I was trying to figure out a way of going home without getting the books wet when someone called for my name. I was taken aback when I saw Drey holding an envelope and a dark hoodie over his head. “H-hey,” I uttered, stuttering. I didn’t know how I’d avoid him… I wanted to avoid him but I couldn’t risk my books… it felt like I was caught in my own trap.

“Here.” “What’s this?” she asked as she slowly collected the bag from him. “See for yourself.” She looked at him one more time before opening the bag. She pulled out a hoodie. A white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. “It’s the same type...you’re wearing.” “Yes,” he smiled. “It’s oversize so it wouldn’t be so obvious you’re on uniform.” “Daniel, i-” “No, it’s okay. You’re going to keep it. Please, keep it.”

I haven't finished what I was saying when he opened the door,pushed me inside and closed the door "You could have just let me finish what I was saying before pushing me in"I said as I scrutinized through the room. It was like treyson's room but a bit bigger, comfortable and more beautiful than his. I stood beside the bed, checking through what's on the bed when I saw a black hoodie.i picked it up.Young Alpha was inscribed at the back of the hoodie and Treyson was inscribed at the front. "What for?"I asked myself as I noticed a note on the bed,I picked it up to read.

I have started to notice a pattern when they change shifts and when they get over and stand chatting by the gate. If this is what he has to guard the house I see an opportunity to sneak out of here! I take my time and when all the cleaning is done I start to go through the wardrobe and try to find things that can be useful. A woman's jacket is laying in one of them and trying it on it is a bit large but will due. Taking one of his black hoodies I find in the back of his wardrobe is just perfect. Way too big but I like it! Putting it on I take the hoodie to my nose and sniff it. A warm feeling is spread in my body and I will keep it on.

I don’t need friends; I need to get on so I can finish here and then work out what I want to do with my life. Tapping in the code to my locker, I shove my books in. I pulled out a hoodie as I had miss judged the weather today. I wore black shorts with my broken trainers and a simple light blue t-shirt. What a mistake; I could see the rain pounding on the glass outside; I only just made it inside before the heavens opened. Looking in the tiny mirror inside my locker door, I braid my hair on each side of my head. It was easier to tie it back with this hoodie, or the hood wouldn’t stay upright.

I also brought my black hoodie in case the temperature dropped with all this humidity. Once I was ready, I read his reply, then re-read it. He wanted me to bring the pieces of the book with me. Why should I bring the book with me? Guess I’d have to wait and find out. With the two pieces tucked them into a pocket of my hoodie, then left my room.

" You got a hoodie?" " It's Raiden's," Foster whispered, not hiding the fear in his voice. My brows pinched. Pickett's face loses the coloring and she looks like she had just seen a ghost. " Oh no." " Why are you two making this a big deal? It's nothing but a hoodie I borrowed," I rolled my eyes and opened my locker, pulling out some books I would need for the next class.