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"Where's my alfredo pasta?" Khloe asked innocently once she stood up from the floor and walked closer to me.

"I'm not your bitch!" I retorted, narrowing my eyes at her.

"But I'm hungry," she complained with a pout on her lips.

"Your fucking problem, not mine," I muttered, putting the silver key into the hole and unlocked the door of my art studio.

Entering inside the room, I welcomed the familiar smell of paints and the sight of walls covered with artworks I had made so far. My white converse shoes made a squeaky noise against the wooden floor as ceiling lights automatically turned on, recognizing our arrival.

As being one of the investor of this school, they gave me this private space at the fifth floor of our school administrative building, which I had furnished as my own art studio. Most of the time, I would spend painting on a blank canvas after school or during days I'm in the mood to create the vision revolving inside my head. It was no secret that I loved art so much. But they also didn't have any privilege to see my creation except for those whom I 'm close with.

However, one particular person had invaded my space due to an accident. Well, it wasn't really an accident. I had moments of recalling events, which likely occurred whenever she's with me and before I had realized it, I tackled her inside the studio without thinking too much about it. It wasn't a big deal but here she was, telling me to meet at my own haven. How very nice of her...

Speaking of the devil, the notorious brunette invited herself in as she collapsed on the couch at one corner of the studio. I shook my head in disbelief and then I sat on the stool, facing an incomplete painting of mine.

"If you can't give me my alfredo, at least give me yours. I bet your sauce is more delicious and creamy," Khloe teased, wiggling her brows at me suggestively.

My jaw dropped at her idea. "You fucking little prick! Why are you here again?!"

"Because we have to talk," she answered, shrugging nonchalantly. "And talk and talk... and figure out what's been happening between us since the... you know, since the truth or dare kiss."

"Nothing is happening between us," I hissed, motioning my arms in annoyance.

Khloe sneered at me. "Say Ms. Initiative. You've been harassing my lips since the day we kissed at Arisa's party. I mean what the actual fuck, if you want something more from me, just say it! I'm not a walking mouth to savage whenever you want. I have feelings, senses and preferences. It really hurts that you always take advantage of me. Just tell me if you want my pussy so badly and I'm willing to give it to you but of course in exchange, you have to give me your car."

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "Khloe, I'm not gay. How many times do I have to say that to you? "

"Okay, Miss Straight, what's your excuse then?" she huffed, standing on her feet and began to pace around with her hands on her hips.

"Nature," I answered as I crossed my arms, watching her every movement. "Basically, I have needs just like the others. Just like you," I paused, and then stood up from my seat, walking towards the brunette slowly. Lifting my hands to hold her still, my eyes locked with hers, igniting an almost-familiar feeling within me. "You're too dumb to understand the consequences of our kind but to put it simply for you to grasp the concept, we're all equal. Have you ever step outside your house without putting a label on everything? The car in your garage, the fences on your lawn, the song playing in your playlist and the dog of your neighbor."

She frowned, giving me a confused look. "Like right now? A blonde cheerleader who's going nuts, using problematical statement to cover her denial."

I rolled my eyes, pushing her before I lunged myself on the couch, my stomach against the soft material. "Of course, you will never understand."

Khloe hummed and I felt her sit at the space beside me, her palm landed on my lower back and started to rub circles against the fabric of my blouse. It was very soothing yet it felt weird. Khloe was never a person of intimacy as far as I knew. She was a closed book with a face of a witch, case-bound with leather and parchment— the reason why I had been glued and interested underneath her cover.

"I think I won't ever understand you," Khloe spoke after a couple of minutes, her ministration ceased and I watched her at the corner of my eyes. She was looking around, her brows knitted inwards, and probably in puzzlement. "Your style in art is messed up. Who would post their works imperfect and unfinished?"

"Don't bother the reason behind it," I responded, sitting up and recouped myself beside her. My head propped up, gazing at the largest painting on the wall in front of us. It was an image of a dried forest with a moon at the center of the night sky but as Khloe had observed, the painting looked disoriented. Some of the figures had no shade at all, mostly the moon — the satellite appeared to be dull and tedious.

'Do you understand the moon?' a ghostly voice stirred the needles plunging my heart, causing me to boil up.

Shaking my head, I tried my best to stay away from the memories. To distract myself, I pushed the bimbo back against the couch and straddled her hips.

Her eyes widened at my sudden attack, totally caught off guard. "Woah there, jaguar! What's wrong with you?!"

I looked directly in her hazel-green eyes, my jaw clenching while my fists were gripping her rounded collar. "I-I hate you," I spat out, and then gritted my teeth in irritation. "Why do you have to be so annoying all the time?!"

"W-Wha—"

"Your face!" I interrupted angrily. "There's something wrong about your face! You need to photoshop it! Like right now!"

"Hey!"

"Goddammit!" I cut her off again. "You're a fucking joke!"

"That's very insulting!" she shouted back, giving me a rough push.

I stumbled backward and fell on the floor with a thud. A little pain rushed on my back, causing me to groan. I let Khloe sought me in comfort as she sat up and guided me back on the couch carefully.

"Your fault," I mumbled, leaning forward and crossed my arms as I hid my face in embarrassment.

She palmed my lower back gently. The entire school didn't know how gentle she is, against her appearance, actions and tricks. They didn't know how soft her lips are or how tender her touch is. Only I knew, only I experienced. She was very stubborn and a defensive person. So they didn't know Khloe at all.

"You're crazy," I heard her say as she kissed the crown of my head. "You seems very collective on the outside but insanely genius inside. What's bothering you, princess?"

Only I knew Khloe so in exchange, she must know about me.

"M-my sister," I whispered, popping my head up to look at her. "Before she left, she had told me that there's an area between moon and earth with an equal gravitational pull. She used to tell me that she wanted to go there because it's the most neutral place she can be."

The brunette arched her brow at me but she prompted me to go on as she rested her chin on my shoulder.

"At first, I didn't understand what she was trying to say," I went on, my voice low. "But I found out eventually that she wasn't literally telling that she wanted to go there. In truth, she wanted to be exactly that place. Neutral and equal, no discrimination and judgment. Do you understand what exactly am I saying?"

Khloe nodded. "She wants to be free from this world's idiocy."

I chuckled faintly. "Right."

Pecking my shoulder, she sighed before kissing me on my cheek. She was a personification of sweet intimacy but nonetheless, she hadn't put label on our relationship. She was curious but she was letting me to take the rein while going with the flow. Since the kiss at the party, I lost counts how many times our lips locked but I never questioned, she never questioned. Well, she asked me awhile ago but it was probably because of some reason. Maybe I was already boring her or maybe something else, I didn't know.

"Cuddles before everything else? I need it," Khloe suggested, collapsing back on the couch and spread her arms which I instantly fell into without any hesitation.

Ha! We always cuddle in this room, unfortunately.

We tightened our hold with each other as I placed my head on her chest while she rested her cheek on mine. We both sighed comfortably, releasing the tension from our body.

"Are you alright? I know it's very traumatic of you to be in place of danger and Quinn is thousands miles away recovering on the hospital bed."

I felt her purr in distress and then she reached for my hand, intertwining it with hers. "My mom wanted me home even though I am so worried for my sister but Quinn also wanted me away."

"Why?"

"School and all stupid things. And she's always referring herself as my older sister, telling me I have to comply with her no matter what. She told me it's her duty to protect me, to take a bullet for me. I don't like it but I love her so in the end, I'm so weak to even object against her wish.

"Typical sisters. Are you okay, though?" I insisted, squeezing her hand.

"I'm fine."

I let out a tired breath. "I told you! This room is different than any other. While you're here, you're not allowed to lie but only naked."

Khloe laughed. "Okay, I'm not fine. I'm worried and anxious for later, actually. Happy now?"

"Khloe is anxious for later?" I asked in disbelief, shifting my head back so that I could look at her. Our lips were only each apart but it was natural for us to be this close without setting an awkward atmosphere. We were never awkward with each other.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course, this is my ultimate humiliation plan ever. We're going to violate that Timothy into shreds without me getting caught."

"Of course, Tiana is in the front to blame for. He's her enemy." I reasoned out, not being able to resist anymore as I placed my lips on her quickly.

"You'll never know," she mumbled, closing her eyes.

It gave me a courage to lift myself up and continue the kiss. Swiping my tongue through her velvet lips, she opened her mouth slightly, giving me an access to roam her deeply. Our tongues swirled in a slow pace. Her taste was familiar but never plain. A moan escaped from me once she sucked my wet tongue in a firm manner before she released it with slimy sound and then clamped my upper lip between her mouth. I heard her phone blared on the valley of her chest. We both startled at the vibration causing us to divide apart, making me hiss in annoyance.

Ducking the device out of her chest, she instantly answered the call but I continued the ministration by nibbling on her jaw. Reaching for her free hand, I guided it underneath my blouse, letting her palm to take adventure until she gotten to the bud of my breast under my bra. She looked at me with hooded eyes and I let her play with my nipple while she talked with whoever was on the phone.

We never had sex... yet. This was the farthest we had gotten. We had the silent agreement that we must not jump over this boundary as well as we must keep our relationship from the public eyes. To the world, we were enemies, leeching with each other, making war in between but inside this room, we were different.

Right this moment, we were a portrait— blunt and precise. Later, we were a messed up abstract they couldn't figure out. Well, that was how I put it. I didn't know what was in her mind, permitting herself to do this with me. She hadn't label herself or never did put a name on us which is good for me.

Once she dropped the call, she set aside her phone and grasped my chest with both hands. I let out a sharp breath as Khloe pushed me down on the couch. She hovered over me, crashing her lips into mine and continued to violate my breasts as she grabbed them with her hands, palming them clockwise.

"You're so gay. You're screwed," I whispered on the kiss.

She hummed on my lips before she drew away with a frown on my face. "I'm not gay. You're gay."

I quirked my sculpted eyebrow at her. "You're killing my boobs right now and you're saying you're not gay?"

"Well, you started it," she argued, rolling her eyes. "I bet the world will collapse once they find out that Hilary Damien, the golden queen is letting the Captain Bimbo murder her boobs. We can't have that, right?"

This time, I hummed, pecking her lips. "I'm not gay. Why everyone does have to name who I am based on what I am fucking?"

"How am I supposed to know?" Khloe was already annoyed at my twisted words. "You're the one who does it first telling me I'm gay."

I laughed out loud. "Because you're touching my boobs," I pointed out, placing my hands on hers while she kept on stroking my chest.

"You're so silly! You're confusing me!" she grumbled before dropping her head to put my nipple between her mouth.

I tangled my fingers on her hair, pushing them up so that I could watch her properly with my darkened gaze. She clamped my left nipple like a citrus of orange using her mouth while she clinched my other one with her middle and index finger. Her wet tongue twirled around the ring of my bud and a warm pleasure in my stomach fired down between my thighs. My walls contracted in lust and I knew that my underwear was already soaking wet. As much as I hate to admit it, I was horny as fuck.

Khloe always do amazing things so I had to restraint myself to go further than this. I was in control but there were times I would like to give in and let her fuck me. Maybe this was the right moment to do that.

"Klo," I mumbled, using the pet name she only allowed me to use, only me. "Fuck me hard."

As soon as I ended the sentence, Khloe froze and I gulped at her cold reaction. Her hazel-green eyes waltzed into mine. I could read them as confused and scared? Why would she be scared to touch me in the most violent way as her enemies?

"W-What?" she managed to choke out. "Hilary, I-I can't."

I frowned with a pout on my lips. "What do you mean you can't?"

Khloe sighed as she sat up, her hair fell on her shoulder from my delicate fingers. I also moved to fix myself, pushing down my blouse and bra underneath. I couldn't believe I was rejected with this bimbo.

My question was still haven't answered yet so I just decided to stand up and get away from this horrible situation. However, Khloe stopped me as she held my wrist and dragged me down on her lap.

"I can't," she repeated, making me grit my teeth. "There's no time."

I snapped my eyes at her and I could no longer see the fear in her eyes as her lips moved into a smirk.

"James called me. Everything is ready," she added, kissing my cheek. "The sun is almost down and once it gets dark, our plan will be in motion unless you wanna stay here?" she asked uncertainly.

She was trying to cover up herself, I knew it!

Nevertheless, I just nodded. All I had to do was to come up with a punishment for her for violating the rules of this room. If she didn't want to fuck, she could have say it, instead of making excuses. Ha! If someone was reading my mind, they would probably think I was truly gay. Not that it was an offense but my mentality about this world is entirely different. It just felt like calling you a blonde, which means you're dumb which is not right because my grades and abilities were beyond average which is also not right because the capabilities of one being could be more accentuate by learning further in life.

In summary, if she doesn't want it, then why lie?

"Maybe I should go first," I heard Khloe say, putting me out of my own bubble. "We can't have the student see us walking out together from your art studio, right?"

I nodded again before I stood up and gesture my hand to point her out. "Yeah, just go."

"Awww, you're sexually frustrated," she teased, kissing me on my head. "Next time, I'll suck your alfredo."

"Shut up!" I glared at her, pushing her away from me. "Who told you I'll ask again after you refused me?! I'm not desperate. I can have whoever I want."

Khloe chuckled as she stubbornly hugged me despite my objection. "Rules of this room also apply for you, missy. But fine! I don't have time to talk about this anymore because I really need to go. See you there, blondie. No skipping, 'kay?"

I narrowed my eyes at her but she still kissed me on my lips before she carefully sauntered out of my studio. Hearing myself exhale a tired breath, my eyes wandered at my unfinished painting of the moon.

Cassie, what am I gonna do?

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