Enthralled (on hold)

Chapter 4

Calleb's P.O.V

So here we were, in Cat's bedroom. Her room was decorated in a very feminine way: All the mattresses were in the colour of white, even the carpet; the wall was painted in a pinkish peach colour. Definitely not my type of colours. I didn't want to burn my eyes that early in the morning from the sun rays shining through the windows. Even her curtains were pink. The room was so 'Catherine'. She's definitely a morning person. You wouldn't believe the amount of make-up she had in her room. I bet if I sold all of it, I would be able to buy a second-hand car.

The reasons why I chose Cat's place to discuss were:

a) Her room was always tidy and smells nice.

b) My room always looked like it belongs to a drug addict and I'm too lazy to clean.

c) None of us had ever been to Stone's house. He never mentions anything about it and claims that it's too far.

"Damn girl, your room always looks like you never touch anything," Stone commented with a whistle.

"Urgh, try living with a cleanaholic. My mum would castrate us if our rooms looked like Calleb's," she grunted, taking a seat on her bed. Stone moved to sit on the chair beside the bed. Both of them shot looks at me.

"What?" I asked, feeling slightly intimidated by their murderous stares.

"Don't 'what' me and this loco bitch. Spill out what's been bothering you," Cat chided, furrowing her brows.

"Yeah, you've been out of this world lately...I'm surprised you're able to think," Stone said, looking uninterested in the situation. He actually did care, but that's just how he reacted to everything.

Cat hit Stone's head with her heart-shaped pillow, receiving a growl from him.

I sighed loudly and start explaining. I told them everything about how Dean was the reason we were here.

This is how our conversation went:

Cat: He's obviously into you! What are you stressing about?! We should be celebrating now!

Stone: But why you? There are a lot of chicks out there.

Cat: Hey! Could you be more sensitive? Don't talk like he's not here.

Stone: I'm just stating the facts, okay? Could you use your brain for once?!

Cat: Excuse me?!

Me: Guys, I-

Cat: I do have a brain, okay?! That's why my grades never went below B's.

Stone: Pfft, stuck-up bitch.

Cat: I am not!

Stone: Yeah right.

Me: Guys-

Cat: I am not, you mean fucktard!!!

Stone: why is it so hard for you to admit it, you rotten hyena!!

Me: GUUUUUUUUUYS!!

Both turned to me.

Me: I gathered you two here for your advice! Not to hear your endless arguments. If you wanna start a war, do it when we're done with the main reason we're here.

Stone: Fine.

Cat: Fine.

Stone: Bitch.

Cat: Dickhead.

Stone: Slut.

Cat: Hoe.

Stone: Excuse me?!

Cat: You started it!