Undercover: Book 3 — Chapter 11

My eyes watched as the huge spider crawled across my floor and I squealed going under my covers. One thing I hated more than anything was spiders. Those things acted like they owned the place. This spider was like the size of a baseball. Spiders had families and if you killed someone in their family those things came after you. I couldn’t stay under there forever and I had the chance of losing the spider so I really only had a few options,

A.) Go hide in the bathroom.

B.) Call Nathan and make him come over here and kill it and then the spiders family could go after him.

C.) Put the spider on Caiden's bed and then kill it.

D.) All of the above.

Considering all of my options, I decided with D and grabbed my phone running to the bathroom and locked the door. I called Nathan and he answered the phone after two rings.

"Nathan! My favorite friend. My best best friend. Do you know how much I love you,” I said and he scoffed.

“You only want me to kill a spider don't you?" Nathan said and my eyes widened. Abort mission! Abort the mission!

"What of course not,” I scoffed.

Who am I kidding?

"It's probably crawling on your bed as we speak,” he said and I shivered at the thought.

"I lovee yoouuu,” I said dragging out the last letters and he chuckled.

"I'll be over in a minute."

"Wait! You have to leave the body on Caiden's bed!"

He'll kill you for this.

I know.

"Anything else?"

"Can I stay in your dorm room tonight?"

"Yeah, my roommate should be gone for the weekend doing who knows what and plus I'd rather not find you dead on you bed bleeding out because of Caiden."

"This is why we're best friends," I told him and I could only imagine him rolling his eyes.

"I'm walking in now. Where is it?"

"By the TV," I told him before biting my lip.

The phone was silent for a moment before Nathan yelled, “It's dead on Caiden's bed. You may come out.” Hanging up the phone I unlocked the door and walked out slowly.

"Again this is why you're my best friend,” I said while grinning before grabbing my carry on and filled it with some girl clothes and some guy clothes. It would be nice to change into my usual shorts and tank top. I can't sleep with these long shorts and t-shirts anymore. I get too hot with this many clothes on.

"We're watching Les Misérables first,” I said and he chuckled.

“I figured as much,” his arm rested on my shoulder as we headed across the hall to his room. The second the door closed I had my wig off and let my blonde hair cascade down my back. Nathan got the popcorn and movie ready as I changed into my grey Soffe shorts and a purple tank top.

"Oh. You don't know how much I missed your beautiful blonde hair," Nathan said dramatically, pulling me into a random hug and putting his face in my hair.

"Are you smelling my hair?" I asked, scrunching up my nose and he pulled away with a cheeky smile on his face. We walked over to his bed and laid back in our usual positions where I was sitting in between his legs with my back rested against his chest with the popcorn bowl in my hands as the commercials played. My thoughts went back to that spider in my room and I couldn't help but feel bad. Life would be easier if I could talk to spiders.

But then they could be whispering creepy nothings in your ear while you sleep.

Right, right. But I could still ask him politely to leave without having to take his life.

Imagine how weird a spider would be if it could talk. The world would go crazy.

True, true.

"I sometimes feel like I should take you to get some help. Most people don't talk to themselves,” Nathan said chuckling, and I gave him a curious look.

"Was I thinking out loud again?" I asked sheepishly.

"For once, no, but you had that constipated look again which means you were talking to yourself.” I threw a piece of popcorn at his face which he easily caught with his mouth.

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"That movie makes me cry every time," I mumbled releasing a yawn and closing my eyes while snuggling closer to Nathan's hard chest.

"I know it does, we have only watched in a billion times," Nathan said with an unamused look, leaning over to turn off the light before laying back down.

"I don't know how we're friends. I mean you don't ever shed a tear. Mia at least sobs with me,” I told him, blinking a few times before keeping my eyes closed.

“Mia is a girl and I'm a guy. Girls are just sometimes naturally more sensitive especially when you're on your period and you just crave everything," Nathan said, wrapping his arm around my waist and grabbing a hold of my hand and intertwining them.

"I would hit you with the popcorn bowl if I wasn't so tired.” He let out a soft chuckle.

"I know you would."

"You know it's not our fault we're stuck with hell and get all sensitive and shit. And it's not like I ask you to bring me two tubs of Ben & Jerry's ice cream with bags of gummy worms and chocolate,” I said and I didn't have to turn around or open my eyes to know he was smiling.

"Well, you're my best friend and I feel bad for you when you're stuck lying in bed crying because of your cramps,” he said softly.

"This is why I love you, Nate. You understand girls and listen to our feelings even when we feel like crap."

"I blame my mother. She raised me to be a big softy and to respect girls."

"Trust me when I say, It's definitely not a bad thing,” I mumbled before shifting my body around a couple of times before I was completely comfortable.

"Goodnight, Claire,” he said softly, lightly kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight," I mumbled just as softly before letting the darkness take over.