Dreading the crack of dawn

Chapter 4| Dreading the crack of dawn

3 Hours Later

Bryan walked into the house, guilt taking over his features as he saw Kimberly looking as innocent as an angel but he knew she had harbored lots of malicious intents for him like the devil. He knew she must have waited up for him and honestly, he had tried to make it up to her, get to her early but reality had happened.

He saw popcorn on the floor and his vacuum cleaner next to it, he groaned already knowing that she had thrown a fit as he dreaded what it'll be like to explain himself tomorrow.

Not able to resist his instinctive urge of orderliness, he picked the popcorn, took the vacuum cleaner too. Returning the latter to the store where it was kept and the former to the trash can.

He placed Kimberly in his arm next, trying to be as careful as possible not wanting her to wake up else he should just kiss a goodnight rest after such a strenuous day goodbye.

He deposited her in his Kings size bed with an almost non-existent thud and then removing his pair of shoes, he joined her in the inviting bed, Closing his eyes while dreading the crack of dawn.

***

Bryan opened his eyes surprised to see that the spot next to him where he had dropped Kimberly was empty. He checked for the little box she had brought for their weekend getaway but as he suspected, it was gone too.

An argumentative Kimberly was feared, a fitful one too, sulking, moody, angry but the one that made his list was a quiet one. It was one of the top things he dreaded as he found himself wishing she stayed back to make tantrums and demand explanation, maybe cry? He shook his head. He loved Kimberly so much that he couldn't stand her tears. Pussy whipped? His subconscious taunted making him smirk.

He had already accepted that a long time ago. Kim had him wrapped around her little manicured fingers.

As he made his bed, he saw a note hanging out from a pillow making him perk up with hope, a hope that came crashing down as he read her one-liner.

Kimberly: I'm fine and I'm gone too.

Noticing that she had not included her famous spreading love and light doodle, something she normally does no matter how upset she was at him on her notes made him realize how much in trouble he might be and he knew that a mediator at this point will be a good idea.

He called Nana.

***

Kimberly sat in her best friend's cafe since they were 6, slurping a cup of Espresso trying to suppress the rush of annoyance, like an unlimited stream of water that clogged her mind.

Scarlet shook her blonde hair with such finesse as Kimberly rolled her eyes, not in the mood for one of Scarlet shows she put on to attract attention.

Scarlet was a mixed birth of a Greece woman and Arabic man, with long eyelashes, green eyes that were hard not to be noticed, long legs encased in the bum short she was flaunting, and unbelievable spotless flawless skin.

"What did Bryan do this time?" Scarlet sat on a chair in Kimberly's booth, her perfectly carved brow raised.

"Who said Bryan did anything?"

"You have the familiar lost puppy expression you both do have after a fight," she shook her head not believing Kimberly was attempting to lie, "It is all over you girl!"

"There is nothing." Kimberly stubbornly maintained her lips in a line.

She shrugged, deciding to let it slide and when Kimberly saw the light bulb, the familiar glow in Scarlet eyes when she wanted to talk about something that made her so enthusiastic, Kimberly groaned.

"Like girl.... Have you heard about the underworld people sending a mail to the Nation's president?" Kimberly wished she had gone back home to face Nana because at this point she'll choose to be asked a series of questions rather than talking about a baseless fantasy.

She made to stand up, crumpling her disposable cup and tossing it into the wastebin. "Girl, I ain't joking. It is a shock you haven't heard of the most trending story on all social media platforms. It is happening."

Kimberly immediately searched for her phone, not because of the set of crazies her best friend uttered as words but because she had switched it off to give her and Bryan's getaway trip her maximum attention. The thought of hundreds of emails that must be sitting pretty in her mailbox frightened her.

But what she saw when her phone came on was crazy blog posts and collaborations that supported her friend's crazy story. There was news that the girls will be chosen based on their genetics and DNA traits.

She opened her Twitter account, almost any and everybody was tweeting about the underworld people, Facebook too. Instagram was on fire. She rolled her eyes, wondering how the whole world could decide to abandon all sense of rationality and cling to a fantasy.

"God," Scarlet mumbled, her bright eyes dreamy, "I can already imagine my wolf looking at me with hazel eyes while staking his claim over me. His body looming over mine__"

"Scarlet nobody said the underworld people are wolves and why on Earth would you want to live with a wild animal? Besides you punk, we might be talking about some grotesque monster here who you might not even be able to stand, not to talk of allowing for skin contact."

"A girl can dream," Scarlet replied in a sing-song voice, "Besides nobody said they aren't werewolves."

"And who told you that you can even be able to stand a real-life werewolf?" She arched her brow, "that is if such foolish fantasies exist"

"Due to my smart findings werewolf are fucking hot and are frickin good in bed, like the masculinity strength of the creatures as they pin you on the bed forcing you to take in all of their long__" Kimberly's eyes widened at how blunt and Raw Scarlet could sound when nobody was in the room.

Her sexual innuendo was one that still made her blush furiously, even though she had known her for years and her suggestive glances handmade for a sex worker made Kimberly wish she could just disappear especially when it was directed to a guy as they both walked on the street.

"Besides when are you and Bryan doing the deed, so you can drop your pathetic V card?" She casually looked at her with such an innocent smile like she was asking her what time it was.

Kimberly blinked while Scarlet smirked, aware that for once she has made the ever-ready to talk Kimberly speechless and halted the argument that was about to ensue between them. "How did you know... who told you we haven't done it already?"

Scarlet laughed, "If you have seen a real dick you won't react like this to hearing me mention one," Kimberly slapped her hands across her ears glaring at Scarlet.

"And I got my answer," then she sobered, " But seriously, if you are the type that needs to have a certain bond with someone before sex because I am not," she winked at Kimberly making her cringe, "But what you and Bryan have is solid."

Not interested to talk about her sex life or lack thereof as she had nothing to say to her friend. She and Bryan were so concerned about their future now and weren't ready to put a part of their anatomy into each other. That should work but it was overused so she remained quiet.

"I wonder how Bright your boyfriend copes with you," she intelligently swerved the discussion tilting it to Scarlet again, uncomfortable with the little time the light was on her life.

Scarlet had told her a million times that Bright wasn't her boyfriend. She had told her they were just fuck buddies, a term modified into the word friends with benefits. But she still had not wrapped her head around the practice of dating someone and still had your options open.

"With good, great sex," she chirped in.

"But I know the underworld will be better. The sex ohmigod! Especially if my research is anything to go with which hints at how endowed they can be. Imagine all that hard male length filling me__" Kimberly fought the urge to slap her hands against her ears knowing how happy that made Scarlet.

"When you say research, you mean twilight?" Kimberly's face lighted up with a teasing smile as she shook her head at Scarlet in mock disapproval.

"Besides if," Kimberly stated, "A big if," she enunciated making Scarlet roll her eyes, "If this whole absurdity is real then what are the chances among billions and billions of females on Earth, you'll be picked?"

The look that crossed past Scarlet fired up features as she watched her become demoralized with each second that passed, gave her a sense of satisfaction as she had a triumphant smile on her face knowing she had done little damage to her enthusiasm and excitement.