Page 14 of Snake

Knox

I’m in my room, working on an assignment due next week, when there’s a knock at the door. Frowning, I go to answer. My eyes widen when I see Nim standing outside in the hall in her school uniform.

“Yes?” I keep my voice neutral, since I can’t tell from her hazel eyes what the fuck she’s thinking. She looks almost like she’s getting ready, but whether that’s to flirt with me or slap me again is anyone’s guess.

She’s hiding something behind her back, too. That makes me wary as fuck.

“Hi,” she says quietly, sweetly almost. “Uh...I...came to apologize.”

“I highly fucking doubt it.”

There’s surprise on her face now, but she wipes it off with a quick smile. “What do you mean? I overreacted yesterday, and—”

“Let me guess…you came to your senses?” I study her for another moment. I’m not sure what game she’s playing, but I was getting bored with my school work anyway, so I might as well see where this is going.

“Come in.”

She nods like it was a question, a touch reluctant as she steps inside.

“What’s that behind your back?”

Nim flinches, and turns so I can’t see what she’s hiding. “It’s a surprise.”

There’s nothing this girl can throw at me I can’t handle, so I let it slide. She keeps her secret weapon out of sight as I close the door behind us.

But when she’s not looking at me anymore, I lock it.

Rather safe than sorry.

“Something to drink, love?”

“Coffee would be great.” She pretends to study my room while she circumspectly checks me out from the corner of her eye. She is clever, but she’ll never make it as a spy, that’s for sure.

I turn my back as I pop a pod into my coffee machine, expecting her to hide whatever she brought with her. But when I turn a minute later with her coffee in one hand, she’s holding a plastic jar in front of her with a sheepish expression on her face.

“Conditioner?”

She sets it down on the coffee table and comes to meet me halfway across the floor to take the mug from me. “I wanted to do something nice.”

I cock an eyebrow at her, watching as she blows over the surface of the coffee.I don’t trust this night and day transformation. She’d looked ready to gouge out my eyes yesterday. Now she looks like she’s trying too hard to be nice.

“You could suck my cock.”

There’s a flash of anger in her hazel eyes, visible just long enough for me to catch it before she lets out a giggle. “I mean...sure. I could do that. But I thought...”

She turns a little, looking at the bottle she’d set down, and then back at me. “I want to do something special. Do you trust me?”

“Not even as far as I can throw you, love.”

We stare at each other for a moment before I sigh and riffle a hand through my hair. “What do you want?”

“You helped me so much when I first got here. Braiding my hair, helping me with my uniform and stuff.” She gives her ponytail a self-conscious pat and shrugs. “Let me wash your hair.”

It seems innocent enough. Legit, even. The jar she brought is new, still sealed. Some kind of deep-conditioning hair mask.

She looks a bit too happy when I nod at her, though.

Nim sets up in the bathroom, taking her jar of conditioner and my desk’s chair with her. When I get inside, she’s positioned the chair in front of the vanity, turning my bathroom into a makeshift salon.My shampoo is on the basin, and she uses it to wash my hair after she’s wet my head.

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