Undercover: Book 3 — Chapter 38

“Okay, I'm sorry I'm a total a weirdo,” I told Bethany as we sat in the dorm room waiting for Caiden to get out of the shower.

"It's cool, Mia explained it all to me."

“I feel awful having you do this, we barely even talk."

“For the billionth time Claire. It's all good. It will only be for a couple of hours anyways,” she responded, rolling her eyes. The bathroom door opened making us stop talking. Looking over Bethany and I, both gasped.

“Put some clothes on!" I hissed looking away.

“You act like you're a virgin,” Caiden responded rolling his eyes. “I'm sure since you're a slut you've seen plenty."

“For the last time, I'm not a slut."

“So you say,” he smirked. About a minute later I look over to see him standing there in only a pair of briefs.

“There is a thing called pants you know,” I said with a raised eyebrow.

“You know, Claire I'm honestly surprised you showed up with me being Nick's best friend and all."

“I had a good reason for breaking up with Nick,” I defended, my eyes piercing his. “You know nothing."

“We should get going?" Beth interrupted. Her guy voice sounded exactly like mine, making me want to just hug her.

“Jason's right, get ready,” I ttold Caiden and he rolled his hazel eyes grabbing a pair of black jeans and slipped them on, his black briefs showing a little at the top. I tried to hide the fact that I was checking him out. I could have done it plenty of times before, but I was supposed to be a guy and I couldn't risk it.

“You have a tattoo?" I asked noticing the black ink peeking out of the waistline of his jeans when he turned around to get out a shirt.

“Yeah, it's nothing special,” he said, putting on a dark red shirt making me shake my head.

“Is that all you own? Plain t- shirts. You have to have something else in there,” I said walking to his dresser. Opening the drawer he was just in I lifted up the plain shirts and sifted through the whole drawer.

“He only owns plain shirts. This guy is so dull it's almost boring,” I told Beth or Jason.

“I'm going to drag you on a shopping spree you need like a flannel or making a nice button up shirt and a sweater over it,” I said, looking at him intently. He slammed his drawer closed and sat on the bed slipping on his socks and black boots.

“What are you a fashion major?" he asked me.

"Kind of."

"What do you mean kind of?" he questioned and I shrugged.

"I was a business major, but something about that fashion class at the school next store is making me rethink my life decisions.” I bit my lip as I waited for a response but he only nodded, not knowing exactly what to say.

“Okay, I'm ready,” he said picking up his leather jacket off his bed.

“Finally, the sexual tension in the air is going to suffocate me,” Bethany said standing up making my eyes go wide. Caiden sent a menacing glare toward 'Jason' one which I was used to, but I could see the fear flash in her eyes which were similar to my blue ones.

“There isn't any tension,” I said slipping on my black heels again.

“I see you want to get laid tonight,” Caiden said his eyes skimming over my body. I was wearing a black short dress that went to about mid-thigh.

I personally felt good about myself tonight. I know I said I hated dresses, but sometimes you try one nice one on and next thing you know you're in love.

Or it's just one of those days you actually feel like trying.

True.

“I wasn't planning on it,” I said honestly. I just wanted to have a good night dancing and drinking. I wasn't going to get drunk I was just going to get a little buzzed. No harm would be done. Looking out in the hall I quickly rushed to the elevator pressing the button. Although, I've been in here as myself before I didn't want to risk getting caught.

“You don't have to sneak around when you're with me. No one will say anything.” I didn't question it and only nodded.

“So I see the real reason why you wanted me here,” Bethany said to Caiden. “You don't actually want to be friends. You just wanted an excuse to see Claire."

“Guilty as charged,” Caiden said honestly making my eyes widen. Ding. The elevator opened and we all walked in, I pressed the lobby button and leaned back against the wall.

“Claire is free from the clutch of my good friend. Which means she is available and is back on the market."

“I'm not sleeping with you,” I told him as we all headed out the elevator and out the building. The snow on the ground made me regret wearing heels. I grabbed onto Bethany shoulder to make sure I didn't slip,

“I figured as much.” He shrugged opening his car door and sliding in, I slid in the passenger seat, while Bethany slid in the back. As soon as the car started, panic! At the Disco bared through the speakers making mentally cheer.

“I didn't know you liked them,” I said, looking at him and he shrugged. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

“Shit I have to go. I have a family emergency. Sorry Claire I'll text you later and I'll just see you probably tonight whenever you get back to the dorm Caiden,” she said getting out of the car.

Taking out my phone I texted her, 'You played your role well. I'm almost positive he has no idea that I'm actually Jason. You can just give those clothes to Mia. I seriously appreciate you doing this for me.'

“So what club are we going to?" I asked him once we pulled out of the parking lot.

“It's called $even,” he said smirking as he glanced at me. “You've probably never been to this club unless you were working. Usually sluts don't go there only the prostitutes do,” I watched as all the different stores and restaurants start to disappear and it soon just becomes trees.

“Great,” I said sarcastically. I had a feeling I should have worn a dress that covered every inch of my body. We arrived about fifteen minutes later and I slowly got out of the car along with Caiden. The ice made me grab onto his arm automatically as we waited in line.

“Let's see that fake ID,” I said, holding out my hand and he shook his head.

“I don't have it.” So much for having fun tonight. “I can't get in then. Unless this club doesn't sell alcohol.”

“Don't worry about it,” he said making me sigh. We made it to the front of the line in minutes and the guy didn't even question us he only made quick eye contact with Caiden before letting us in. The smell of beer, sweat and weed filled my nose making me cringe a little.

“What do you wanna start off with?" he asked me as we headed to the bar. “Sangria,” he raised an eyebrow at my choice before telling the bartender my order along with his.

I looked around at the multicolored lights and the bodies grinding on each other. The DJ was blasting an unfamiliar fast beat song making me unconsciously sway a little. Caiden handed me my drink and I immediately thanked him.