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“I KNEW IT. I KNEEEEW YOU LOVED HIM! You're both idiots—but at least he finally got his head out of his ass.Oh my God, you guys are endgame. Like, for real. Wedding invite better have my name first.“ “By the way,you know how he always dresses like a corporate business tycoon or something?Tonight,HE WORE A HOODIE AND SWEATPANTS!!” She gasps, hand flying to her mouth dramatically like this is the most shocking revelation of her entire life. The ice cream is now completely forgotten, abandoned on the counter as she clings to my arm. “A hoodie?? I need a damn second to process this”. Her voice rises an octave. “Oh my GOD. You mean—Aiden "I Own More Suits Than Oxygen" King wore a hoodie for you?

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.

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.

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 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.

Brandon snickeringly replied. "My God. Greyson's attitude rubbing off on Sunshine." Uncle Blake added. I don't even try to comprehend what they are talking about. I just walk inside the nearest store. My three kidnappers catches up with me. I walk aimlessly inside the store when I spotted something familiar. I walk towards it and touch the hoodie. "You like that one?" I heard Uncle Blake ask. I nodded. "It was the same as Grey Grey's. He would love this." "Then get it princess."

" 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.

" 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.

Then JP goes to my backpack and unzips it. “What are you doing?” I ask. “I said I like their… how do you say it?” He makes a pantomime of flipping something over his head. A couple of the kids are wearing jackets with hoods. “Hoodies?” I ask. “Hoodies, yes. And I offer to buy them.” “I need something more than a hoodie,” I say. “A hoodie’s not going to go well with a skirt and heels.” “Yes, yes,” he says impatiently. “I offer to buy the small one’s clothes as well.”

3 I walked over to the hoodies and looked through a bunch of hoodies. Whenever I shop for hoodies I always want more than one, but I limit to just one because if I didn't I'd have a closet with JUST hoodies.5 I picked one out that was red with white letters that said " Lifeguard " on it and I knew I wanted this one. I found one in my size, thankfully, and put it on my arm. Me and Kylie then went to the hats and picked a hat for each of us.5