Blake pulls up next to her.."Get on i'll give you a ride home" he says trying not to look at her as she was wet and her top was also and she was already a big boobed female the shirt tightening up cause of rain made it worse
"Oh! Thanks~." Odette chimes, smiling brightly as she hops onto the back, shaking her head slightly to remove the water from her eyes. She wraps her arms around Blake to hold on, a bit scared of the thought of falling off the bike.
Odette could feel the raindrops falling faster, as it was nearly downpouring. She presses herself against Blake's back and tightens her grip, muttering something about the bike wiping out in a giant puddle. With a sigh, she answers his question, "Work out. Read. Homework. Plus some girl things." She laughs before asking, "What about you?"
Cassandra pulls her hoodie over her head, her horns leveling down into small bumps that faded into her black hair. "Fucking rain..." she muttered, angry. The little spot in the dimmed alley was dry and warm, thanks to her powers, but soon she'd have to seek refuge somewhere. This kind of weather put her on edge and testy.
"I just relax.. play sports.. i read alot.. you know i keep busy.. other then working out.. since im a boxer, thinking of going out as a MMA fighter.. why do you work out other then fitness you don't really have a reason" he says
"I'm not really sure. . . I guess I enjoy it. I always have. It's a way of escaping. Some people find their escape in reading, drawing, writing, singing, dancing. . . I find mine in just plain exercise Plus, I get this major rush." Odette says, her voice trailing off. She quickly apologizes, and then giggles. Odette closes her eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath. There was this certain musk to Blake that made her smile. "So. You and Ed are good friends?"
Odette gets off the bike and smiles brightly at Blake, completely soaked. "Thanks again. Without you I'd be dead." She snickers before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "So I should start calling you saviour, huh, Blake?" She laughs.
Odette waves good-bye until he's out of sight. Then, she marches up the short staircase and into her house. Odette kicks her shows off, and instantly goes to her room. She changes into pjs, a pair of shorter fleece shorts and a white tank top. With a big grin, Odette enters the kitchen, spotting the cookies. Her aunt wouldn't come home until the next day, early in the morning. So, Odette was usually stuck home alone.
"More cookies for me~" Odette chirps before popping one into her mouth.
Ed is at his house. He sits outside, under a canopy, reading. This is what he usually does during rainy days. Ed pulls out his phone and decides to call Blake.
"Where were you during school? I had to come up with an excuse. Saved you from suspension." Ed sighs, rubbing his forehead out of slight frustration as he speaks.
"I got sidetracked..playing football..it was a awesome game..thanks for covering for me but you didn't have to for if i was suspended so be it" he says
"That would affect your grades Blake." Ed scolds. He then sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now I feel like you're mother." He grumbles. "Just don't let it happen again. Tomorrow is Saturday. So you have the weekend to get everything out of your system by Monday. Okay?"
"Oh no!" Odette gasps, realizing she had left her bag strapped to the back of Blake's bike. She was in mid-munch of a cookie, and she sets the rest down. "Aunt is going to kill me if I don't get that back and she finds out I was on a bike. No! I've got it! I left it at the ice cream shop! Perfect. I'll text aunt no-" Odette frowns when she realizes her phone was in her bag. "Odette. . . your stupidity never fails." She tells herself.
Ed returns to reading and he puts his phone away. "Sure you will." Ed sighs to himself.
In her more than revealing pajamas, Odette rushes out of her house. She knows where just about everyone lives, as they were pretty much within the same area. Odette finds Blake's house, visibility decreasing as the rain increased and lightning flashed nearby. Startled, Odette yelps and rings the doorbell.
"Whoopsie." Odette gasps, not wanting to ring the doorbell. She could hear it from the outside of the house, and she felt bad. What if she had woken someone up?
"It's Odette! Sorry to bother you. . . but I left my bag on your bike." She sheepishly laughs, tilting her head back to the sound of thunder. Biting her lower lip, she begins to fidget. "And I should probably hurry before this storm gets worse. Ya know?" She flinches at the lightning.
"Sorry again. It's just that if my aunt found out that I was riding on a bike. . . I would be killed." Odette sighs, taking the towel with a "Thanks" and starting to dry herself off as she steps into the house.
"My bag. I left it on your bike." Odette tells him as she slings the towel over one shoulder. "I sort of need it. My phone is in it, and I should probably call my aunt so she knows that I'm okay." She frowns, listening to the raging storm outside. "And I guess there was no point in drying off." She laughs, glancing out a window. Odette was quite impressed. She couldn't see a thing! Her first thought was hurricane. Odette was praying for that to not be the case.
Odette's eyes are glued on the window. There was something about it. Something abnormal that caught her attention. She then unconsciously asks, "Is it okay if I stay here until the storm dies down?" She blinks, realizing what she had said. "Sorry! I mean. I don't want to intrude or anything. And sorry. Yeah. Change of clothes. I didn't really think I would have to go outside after changing into my pajamas."
"Are you sure?" Odette sighs, taking her bag and checking her phone. She sighed in relief, seeing that her aunt must still be busy with work. "If you want me to leave then just say so." She laughs. "I sort of invited myself and everything. That was rude as it is."
"Alright." Odette smiles and nods. "So. . . how about those new clothes?" She questions with a laugh. Her face turns a slight red as she looks down, noticing the way her pajamas were showing off her body.