Ugh, I honestly can't! First, Leon seeing my practically naked then I find out that I've been fucking a guy who's in the same gym class as me!
I'm officially done with everything. I'm buying a snowsuit and moving to Alaska. I sigh as I braid my little sister's hair.
"Nevy, you keep sighing into my hair." I give a small smile.
"I'm sorry, V." She shakes her head, slightly.
"It keeps my head warm, I'm good." My smile widens as Victoria and I rock to the music playing in my room.
Victoria rocks Gina with us as the little baby sits in her lap. I beam at the two cutest little girls ever. They are inseparable.
"Nevy! Sam is cheating!" Victoria jumps at Nico's loud voice. I giggle along with Gina.
We watch as Nico run into my room and stops at the foot of my bed with an indifferent Sammy being dragged along.
I smile at him, knowing he could've easily stopped Nico or remove his grasp.
Aww, what a great big brother! Nico throws Sammy's arm from his grip with disgust and pointed a finger in his direction.
"He cheated in Mario Kart!" Sammy sighs, playing with something around his wrist.
I blink once, then twice, then three times. Then I stop everything I'm doing to rush to his side.
"Oh my gosh, Sammy!" Nico nods with a frown.
"Yeah, it's true he's a dirty cheater!" I take hold of his wrist and stare at it.
When I know for sure what it is, I jump up and down, squealing. Nico furrows his eyebrows.
"So is he in trouble now?" I smile a big one down at him.
"Sammy, you're actually wearing it!" He shrugs, glancing at his wrist.
"Well, you did make it for me." He tries to act all cool, but I notice his cheeks tint a light pink. I smile.
"Hey! Where's my bracelet!" Nico whines, tugging on my shirt. I furrow my eyebrows.
"How come Sammy only gets one?" I bend down to Nico's height.
"Victoria and Gina one too," I turn to the girls.
"Right ladies!" They both nod, raising their wrist to display colorful bracelets. Nico pouts, crossing his arms.
"Where's mine?" I lift an eyebrow.
"You said you didn't want one 'cause they're too girly for a manly man like you." Sammy covers his mouth to try to hide his amusement.
"Oh." I nod, standing up.
"And Sammy, you don't have to wear it. We both know the first try always look the worse." He shakes his head, staring at the poorly crocheted bracelet.
"It's the thought that counts, right." I cover my mouth as I feel instant pride for the man that my little brother will become. Nico scowls.
"You still cheated and I don't have a bracelet, some thought!" My pride suddenly changes to disappointment. We all look at Nico as he waves his fist around.
Ima needs to work on that one though.
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I close my locker after putting away my things.
"Sup, Nevy." I turn towards the voice, Kahlil.
"Hi, Kahlil." He gives me a big smile. The usual teenage chaos changes to softy chatter and whispers. 'Oh my gosh, he's back.' We turn as people clear a path.
"What's going on?" He took the words right out of my mouth. 'I can't believe he's back in school.' When the person everyone is talking about grazes on by I freeze.
Leon! He's a motherfucking high schooler?! What the actual hell! I quickly look away, focusing back on Kahlil.
I don't have time for this. Ugh, why do all these things keep happening to me!?
"Anyway," He gives the chaos one last glance before looking at me.
"Do you usually go to homecoming?" I push my glasses up my face.
"Not really." I don't have anyone to go with. He smiles, holding out his arm. I take it, with a soft giggle and slight blush.
"As friends, this is going to be our first hangout that's longer than five minutes." I smile.
"Actually, eight since you made me late for class that one time." He chuckles.
"What are friends for?" We push through the sea of people to wash up on the shore of my English class.
I thank him for taking me to class and he laughs, saying it's no problem. When he's gone, I left to think back on Adriano and Leon.
God, my life is a mess.
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Sitting in my usual spot, outside, I pick at my lunch and think over Kahlil's invite.
Should I really go? I mean, he's wonderful and sweet but I typically stray away from anything after school.
Unless something's mandatory, I'm not going. That's how it is, how it always was... but I really like Kahlil.
And he's considerate and didn't pry about anything having to do with my knuckles since the accident in the closet.
It's almost as if it didn't happen.. and I appreciate that he doesn't mind me having a secret or two.
I bite my lip, pushing my glasses up.
The warm wind kisses my stress away as I close my eyes and listen to the soft chatter of the few outside.
"Hey, Nevaeh." My eyes flutter open at the welcoming voice. I smile softly as a pink tint brands my cheeks.
"Em, hi." He smiles, taking a seat next to me. I take this time to try to voice my thoughts.
"Okay, with the whole dance and everything, I don't usually attend them. I've actually never been to one. And don't get the wrong idea, I think it'd be fun if we go together. I would love spending more time with you. You're great, really, but..." I stop, slowing down as a smirk graces his features.
My face turns to a darker pink. I lower my gaze, playing with my bangs. 'And... I don't know what I'm trying to say..' My voice slowly fades. He does his signature move, pushing up my glasses, never failing to gain my shocked and flustered attention.
Then his fingers brush against mine as he runs them along my bangs to catch a full glimpse of my face. He smiles softly at me.
"Let's go." I watch him carefully as his smile stretches across his face, making it appear more boyish.
This causes a chain reaction, making a smile of my own form.
Damn, this boy is contagious.
"We can go and have fun, just us two, no one else. Alright?" We both smile as if we're crazy.
"We don't even have to stay the whole time." His smile slips into smirk territory.
"Plus, who wants to stay in a hot gym for four hours anyway."
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My breath comes out in heavy puffs as I hold my body up with my arms then push down.
Sweat drips onto the floor as I stop then sit up and grab my water bottle.
"So you train as a girl but fight as a guy," My eyes snap to the voice then glare. He chuckles, crossing his arms.
"Interesting." Those eyes graze over my body causing unwanted memories. I shift awkwardly then stand up.
"No piercings today?" I roll my eyes, grabbing my towel to wipe off the sweat.
"I don't wear them when I train or fight, dumbass." I sneer, moving toward the weights. He chuckles again. I glare at the ground.
God, what is he doing here anyway? After I get grab my weights and get into squatting position I sigh when he's still here.
Standing back up, I put the weight down then turn to him with my hands on my hips.
"If you want Coach he's down that hall." I nod my head to the left where a hallway is.
Then I go back to what I was doing. After a while, I get frustrated and throw the weights to the floor.
I grunt before glaring at the mirror.
"Why the fuck are you still here?" He just stares, unfazed, with that stupid smirk on his dumbly attractive face.
We just met and I already don't like him. His eyes piss me the fuck off.
After another glare, I storm out of the room and go to my dressing room.
Just as I was about to slam the door shut a foot comes between it. I growl at the shoe.
"Someone's extra fierce this morning." I cross my arms, trying to calm down while he comes into my room.
"Why do you keep following me, stalker." I instantly feel naked in my sports bra and Nike compression shorts as he closes us in the small room.
Crossing my arms, my lips form a thin line. He smirks.
"Of all the laws I've broken stalking isn't one." I roll my eyes, releasing a puff of air.
"Oh my, what a bad boy." Dropping my arms, I use them to lead against my dresser. He furrows his eyebrows with pseudo distaste.
"Um, no, I prefer criminal. Thank you very much." Despite myself, I crack a smile, using my hand to shield my laughter. I immediately regret when those eyes sparkle and gleam with mischief, the similar sparkle that I once loved.
I cough then look away with a frown. He lifts a brow, moving closer.
"You got some sorta vendetta towards me or something." After a glare, I sigh, giving up.
He's right, I should stop. It's tiring to constantly be this way, plus it's not his fault they look so much like—
"Fine, I'll let up, ButterCup." His eye switches.
"Did you just call me ButterCup?" I tilt my head back and stare at my upside down face in the mirror.
"Isn't that what I said, ButterCup?" I glance at him through the mirror just in time to see his advancing figure.
Sticking my foot out, I jump up to sit on the dresser as I glare at him.
He pauses then his eyes find my thigh then follow it down to where the toe of my shoe is touching the crotch of his jeans.
I force a shiver back and my gaze up as I grip onto the edge of the dresser.
"Any closer and your chance at kids are gone." He smirks, an easy chuckle brushing past his lips.
"Who said I wanted any?" There's complete and utter silence as we stare at each other.
Finally, I roll my eyes, putting my foot down. He takes this as an invitation to move closer.
Amusement is still clear on his face as he opens his mouth to say something then stops when his eyes catch something.
"I thought you didn't wear piercings during workouts?" He smirks as his gaze travels to mine.
I frown then glance down to discover two things poking through my bra... I glare going to smack Leon.
"Don't look where you're not supposed to." He easily blocks it causing more amusement from him and irritation from me.
After, I avert my eyes and cross my arms to conceal the traitors.
God, fucking hormones.
"What are you doing here, Leon?" He crosses his arms, mocking me but instead of annoying me it shifts my attention to his biceps.
I curse myself, looking away.
"Just checking in on my replacement." I furrow my eyebrows.
"Replacement? You said that when we first met, what replacement?" He chuckles, looking towards the ceiling.
"Ah, yes, back when you were boy Nevy." I scowl at him.
"Just answer the question." He nods, a smirk still painted on his lips.
"Well, back before I was locked up I was number one around here." He chucks his hand in my directions.
"But it seems Nico Grim took that title." He furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head.
"What type of name is Nico Grim anyway? Were you high when you thought that up?" I shrug, scooting forward on the dresser.
"Maybe."
Yes, so very high.
Nico was upset for a whole day because Gina ate the last cookies n' cream Pop-Tarts, nothing would cheer him up either.
It was really late and I was stressing over some test that was tomorrow then
I started thinking about him and thought: 'Poor Nico. Grim, grim Nico... Nico Grim!'.
I was so high I called Coach and told him that was my official name.
It was both an embarrassing and funny moment in my life. I come back to the present when I hear Leon's soft chuckling.
"You had to be pretty high to come up with that." I nod, noticing a stool under the dresser.
Putting my feet on it, I scoot farther back until my back hits the mirror. Leon smirks.
"So no piercings, no costume," I roll my eyes at that but he just keeps on going.
"And no panties?" He smirks, lifting an eyebrow.
"Nice." I glance down at my open legs and compression shorts. I smirk, glancing at him through my eyelashes then grip the waistband and pull.
"These are my panties." I let go, letting it slap on my hip.