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And this is safe to read. No UC spoilers in this chapter!
Hale's POV
"What?" I heard Kat say, panicked.
I walked into the foyer, and looked at Kat as she rushed down the stairs. The Bagshaws looked alarmed by the sight of her, and suddenly I knew why. Kat was wearing a short skirt, and a tight fitting blouse that clung to her figure.
I'd forgotten how curvy she was, but really, it wasn't a surprise. I suddenly remembered the day she tried to steal my Monet.
That day I had certainly noticed her curves since she was wearing a tight black sweater.
Today I just found the Bagshaws reaction quite amusing. They were gaping and stuttering, like fish trying to breathe.
"What?" Kat repeated, annoyed now.
She walked into the formal dining room and we all followed.
"Are you guys freaking out on me? Because today is not the day for freaking out!" she yelled, her voice an octave higher. She really did not seem to know why they were acting strangely.
I tried to not burst out laughing at the boys' expressions. They were gazing at Kat's chest, and legs. Simon was fidgeting, trying to meet her eyes, but failing miserably.
I mean had they ever noticed that she was a girl?
Obviously, they had not.
"Now isn't this role more fun than a nun?" Gabrielle asked strutting into the room.
Hamish nodded, still dazed, "Kat...you have...legs."
I really tried not to burst out laughing. Despite her shortness, Kat certainly did have nice lean legs.
"And boobs," Angus added, staring at the topmost buttons that were undone on Kat's shirt. Again, I knew this also. I mean I have hugged her before, so you tend to notice...
Plus what do you expect when a girl gets older?
"Seriously, Kat," Simon said inching closer, "when did you get boobs?" If it had been another guy, I would have been angry and annoyed at whoever had said that. But since it was Simon I let it slide.
Hamish said to me, "The boobs are new."
But Hamish didn't see the way Colgan's sweater fitted snugly over Kat's curvy body, so to me, it wasn't that new. But I still couldn't help myself when my gaze drifted to her cleavage.
After all, I was a teenage boy.
"Is that padded?" Simon asked, his hand reaching out.
"Hey!" Kat said, slapping Simon's hand away.
"Her dad's gonna get out of prison one of these days, boys," I added, unable to keep the faint smile off my lips.
I watched Kat's expression, she looked stressed, and faintly annoyed, but her expression changed when she saw Nick walk into the room.
She seemed to gain her confidence back when he walked into the room.
I envied him for that.
"Are you ready? You've got everything?" Nick asked unalarmed by Kat's attire.
Good thing, because if said anything similar to what the Bagshaws and Simon said, I probably would have smacked him.
Kat nodded grabbing a scone, as she followed Nick.
I couldn't help myself, "Kat!" I called after her.
"What do you think? C-cup?" Hamish whispered faintly. He would get over it eventually.
I pushed past the crew and into the foyer, catching Kat by her arm.
"Kat..." I started, but I suddenly spotted Nick in the hall behind me. I couldn't control myself as I snapped, "You mind?"
Nick glanced at Kat who nodded, "Just give me a second."
Nick disappeared into the room.
"Kat. I have a bad feeling about this." I whispered after making sure the little snooper, Nick, was gone. I put my palm on the wall behind her, staring into her ocean-blue eyes.
"It's a little late to stop now, Hale. As you can see, I've already broken out my boobs for the occasion, so—"
"I'm serious, Kat. I don't trust him." There was something sketchy about Nick. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was definitely a strong feeling. It wasn't jealousy...it was his stranger-ness. We didn't know who the heck the guy really was, after all.
Kat gazed into my brown eyes, as if trying to read my mind. Her small fingers reached out and skimmed the sides of my white shirt.
"Trust me," she whispered and slipped away like the cat she was.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't get shivers up my back when she said that.
She fell in step outside with Nick, but something made her stop and turn around.
"Ten thirty," she called.
I simply nodded at her.
"I'll see you at ten thirty."
"Oh, I'll be there," I reassured her, glad that she still needed me. Because if she needed me, then she would stay close to me. Which meant that she wouldn't leave me.
And that was what I lived, and hoped for.
A/N: YAY! I hope you enjoyed! I think a lot of people wanted to read this chapter in Hale's POV, and it was sorta hard to portray his thoughts in this one...Anywho, please review with thoughts and ideas of stuff to come! THANKS! (BTW I AM NOT DONE WITH THE HEIST SOCIETY SCENES! SO STAY TUNED!)
