'Fucking shit.' I sigh, glancing around my closet. I'm probably the messiest person I know. I rubbed my face, I ignore my slobbery.
I need to go shopping, none of my dresses are conservative enough. I frown.
And if I go to school dressed like Nadia there will be problems. I sigh again, grabbing my purse.
Leaving my room, I greet my siblings and aunt.
"Hey, Aunt Jonna, mind if I take the girls on a little shopping trip?" She smiles, playing with Nico's hair.
"So, I'm guessing I'm not part of the girls?" We laugh together then she waves her hand with an easy smile.
"Go ahead." I beam, giving her a hug.
"Thanks." She nods then looks to Nico who intently focuses on his DS.
"Sammy's out with friends, Girl's going shopping." She pats his head lightly while he praises himself for beating a boss.
"I guess it's just you and me Nico." I giggle. Going to Victoria's room, I see them playing with their Star Edition Easy-Bake Ultimate Oven. Ah, they look so cute with their little aprons and chef hats. And they are great at making the sweets, sometimes I think of opening a bakery or something for them. I shake my head. Liked that'll work.
"Hey, Gina, Victoria. Wanna go shopping with me?" Gina beams, bouncing while Victoria smiles and nods softly. I giggle as they jump in excitement when the little oven dings.
"Brownies." Victoria takes the small, bite-sized sweet out with a spatula. Coming to sit on the floor with them, I smell the lovely scent of chocolate.
"Yeah!" Gina raises her hands in the air. Victoria puts the brownies down on the small plates.
"Wanna try it Nevy?" I hold my heart, beaming at her.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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Kahlil Collins
Kahlil is speechless.
She's unlike any girl he has ever met. Face covered by hair and big frames instead of makeup, long, elegant dress instead of a tight or revealing outfit... She's truly a masterpiece, a gift from God himself.
Something the world doesn't deserve to have. Yet she's here with him and as nervous as ever.
Her cheeks staying in a constant blush. Yet they still laughed, talked and have the fun he wanted to make with her. They've been here for a good two hours and she hasn't once left his side.
Kahlil doesn't really understand why but that seemingly insignificant piece of information gives him a weird sense of satisfaction. He takes hold of her small hand, rubbing over the rugged knuckles. They make him anxious, almost as if he's the reason for them being the way they are.
He gets this sense of duty to protect such delicate hands, a delicate girl, from anything harsh or hostile despite him just meeting her.
But it's weird...
The scars may impact her knuckles but they aren't unsuitable for her. He doesn't know, something about this sweet, shy, and small girl having battle wounds seems to fit perfectly, though he'd love for it not to.
He knows it's impossible but he doesn't want her to be going or have gone through any pain. It brings about the anxious feelings again. Kahlil smiles softly down at her, the apples of her cheeks turning cherry colored. Nevaeh's curious gaze watches him carefully while he brings her knuckles to his lips and kisses the rough surface.
He's instantly shocked by his actions and can tell she is too but despite their surprised states, they both continue on. He looks at her with a smirk finding its way to him.
"Shall we dance?" She giggles softly, the light sounds warming and relaxing his nerves.
"We shall." Taking her hand in his, they move towards the middle of the gym. The music is a club type to get your veins pumping while also allowing some teasing.
He chuckles at all the couples–some moving with the beat, others not–giving their partners suggestive looks, moves or touches.
He's immediately brought back to Nevaeh when her body begins moving with the music, more like the music is moving her. The shy, sweet girl dissipates as this one gives a sultry edge to each fluent sway of her body.
He almost forgets that he's supposed to be dancing with her. Kahlil snaps out of it when her eyes meet his, a rebellious glint in them, as she smirks then laughs.
He goes towards her and she grabs his hand, pulling him flush against her dainty frame as it continues its mesmerizing gyrations.
After a second of looking like a dimwit, he follows her lead. Taking hold of her hips, she turns around and dances against him. He bites my lip.
I can't... I shouldn't...
Yet he does.
Kahlil presses her harder against him, wanting to feel more of her. She giggles bubbles from her lips then her moves become more seductive.
And...
the song changes.
They both freeze. Sadly, that doesn't stop the excitement he achieved.
Nevaeh inhales a sharp breath before removing herself from him quickly. He releases her hips, trying to adjust, fix, and cover up his problem.
She smooths down her hair and readjusted her glasses, face a deep red as her gaze refuses to meet his. He silently curses himself.
What am I, 12? Control it, idiot!
Clearing his throat, he gives an easy smile, ignoring himself.
"Wanna get out of here?" They make eye contact and her smile is back.
"I thought you'd never ask." Carried into the night, leaving the others to dance and flirt, They find a place to relax. Kahlil loosens the tie around his neck then stuff his hands in the pockets of his pants.
Thankfully, I've calmed down and Nevaeh seems to have forgotten about the indecent altogether.
They enjoy the nice breeze and comfortable silence as They walk to a random park. The sound of the Homecoming dance far in the distance. He glances up at the sky and smiles sadly.
The stars tonight are bright and beautiful reminds me of Mom...
"Kahlil." He looks over at Nevaeh to see her already staring at him. She smiles sweetly.
"Thank you." He returns the favor then chuckles.
"What friends are for." They walk over the elementary-like playground in the park.
"Plus, I should be thanking you." She furrows her eyebrows and watches as He climbs up the ladder then sit on the tower, swinging his legs over the edge.
"Why would you say that?" Her eyes graze the playground equipment before deciding to sit on the beginning of the slide. Once there, Nevaeh leans her head on the metal pole that separates them. He holds back a chuckle.
Her breath smells of fruit punch and mint, such a weird combo. He smirks as she looks at me.
'"Who knew Nevaeh Adams could dance like that." Her face flushes red with embarrassment. So embarrassed that he can feel the heat of her face on his, though considering how close they are, it makes sense.
Still as cute as ever.
She juts her lips out as they form a pout, which tries to mask her embarrassment.
"W-what, I was just doing what everyone else was." He leans back, giving a smirk.
"I don't know, seemed pretty into it." She scooches back so that the pole is no longer between the two of them.
"Fine." She sighs, causing Kahlil to smile in silent victory.
"I guess... I'm a little bit of a dancer." He chuckles, nodding his head.
"Right." She tries to say something else but his phone goes off. Her eyes flicker to his front pocket.
"Someone texted you." He shrugs.
"I'll check it later." She furrows her eyebrows.
"What if it's important?" Her gaze stays intently on his pocket.
"What if something happened and someone needs you?" He frowns, staring at her wide eyes. His gaze moves to the pocket when it goes off again. He sighs after glancing at her worried expression.
"Fine." Taking his phone out, Kahlil looks at the bright screen. Then his eyes widen.
James.
Shoving his phone back into his pocket, he jumps off the playground. Nevaeh becomes alert.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" He shakes his head.
"Nah, just Dad saying it's getting late." He releases his clenched jaw before turning to her.
"And he's right, here." Kahlil holds his arms out to her and she slides into them. She laughs when he wraps them around her. That laugh instantly makes him forget about that monster that's texting him. They look at each other and smile.
"Let's get you home."
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I'm honestly the dumbest person in the world.
Why in the hell did I go to that stupid dance anyway? I glance at my hips that, just the other day, held by big, warm hands. My cheeks begin to heat.
Oh, right, him. I frown. I shouldn't have danced like that, everyone was watching!
Good girl Nevy would never dance in such a provocative manner. I sigh, shoving my face in my pillow. But the song and then the surprised look on Kahlil's face, his hands on my hips. His body so close to mine, pulling me even closer than having a surprise guest poke my ass. I shake my head as my ears release hot steam.
God, I'm a heated mess.
I can't believe I grinded on a preacher's son, no, no, the preacher's son. I sigh. I'm just glad it didn't destroy our friendship.
Sitting up, I hug the pillow to my chest. The one time I get a friend that doesn't pry into my personal affairs and I go and try to make him apart of them. I close my eyes. Luckily the walk to the park gave us time to cool down.
Sadly, on my end, it didn't last long. He went back to his cool, confident self and started teasing me about my dancing.
I wanted to backfire with 'who's the one that got turned on through' but that wouldn't be something I'd say.
Plus, I'd be outing myself as well. And then to add fire to the flame, he leaned back! I probably sound crazy but I don't care.
Just imagine being in my situation.
A hot, football player in a suit leans back with his arms propping him up and flexing under his dress shirt. His tie hanging loosely around his neck as the rest of his shirt clings to his sculpted body, his features giving a mischievous expression as the moonlight enhances them...
I had to stab my ankle with my heel just to refrain from jumping on him, straddling his lap and have his body for the taking. I shiver.
Shit, I'm a goddamn crazy person. I really need to chill. I shouldn't be thinking of him in that way.
Not only am I seen as the innocent little good girl but he's known for being an innocent little church boy. I definitely can not think of him like that. I bite my lip, glancing at my phone. I shouldn't do it, it's not gonna help...
"Ugh, fuck it." Grabbing my phone, I call the one person I know for a fact is available right now.
"Hey, Gorgeous," I smirk, going over to my closet to pick out an outfit. Tonight should be fun.
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I yawn, moving around as I stretch. Light gets in the way so I open my eyes. Looking around the room, I instantly scowl myself.
What the hell is wrong with me? Does Adriano going to my school and being my classmate mean nothing to me?! I groan.
Was I really that desperate just because some jock can look good in a fucking suit?! I hear chuckling in my ear while an arm wraps around my waist.
"What's got you all worked up?" I pout, shoving my face in a pillow. He chuckles again, kissing my shoulder.
I can't do this again. If he finds out who I am, I'm screwed. Turning towards him, I smile softly.
"Um, Adriano." He brings me closer to him, nibbling on my neck as he hums in response. I close my eyes.
God, I hate him. I hold back a whimper.
Do I really have to do this... No, this is too risky. Groaning, I grab his shoulders and push him back. He furrows his eyebrows as his tongue darts out to lick is his plump, red lips... I blink a couple times.
Oh, fuck me!
"We can't do this anymore." He frowns while I slowly sit up. He does as well, taking hold of my wrist.
"Why?" Using my other hand, I hold the sheets around my body.
"It should've just been a one-time thing." He moves closer to me, grabbing my waist.
"But you enjoy me so much." He coos as a smirk takes hold of his lips. I blush, looking away from him. Adriano grips my chin, forcing eye contact. I jut my bottom lip out and furrow my eyebrows in a frown. He smiles, grazing his thumb over my bottom lip before biting his. Lord Jesus...
"C'mon, you know you can't get enough," His eyes sparkle as my blush deepens.
"I can't get enough." I avert my eyes, looking all around his room.
Well, he does live alone so no parents or interrupts... And it's not like he actually knows me at school. We never talk, never needed to...
I glance at him through my eyelashes and freeze. I bite my lip, thinking over everything again. Unfortunately, my mind drifts.
Just his expression alone can get me going...Ugh, fuck! I groan.
"Fine, you win." He chuckles then pounce onto to me as I squeal.
"Now for my reward."