"You can stop right now." I do as he says and park right in front of the fight club which I regularly attend.
"Where are we?" He ignores me, patting my leg.
"Pants, off." I blush, pushing my glasses up.
"Why?" He grunts, almost as if he's losing patience.
"Will you stop with those dumbass glasses." He reaches out, taking them from my face and throwing them to the back seats. My eyes widen.
"I need those too—"
"Shut the fuck up and take your fucking pants off." I look at him through my bangs then down at my jeans.
"Can you at least turn around?" He furrows his eyebrows.
"Why does it matter if—" He glances at me then sighs.
"Fine." He opens the car door and completely turns from me, staring at the building where people illegally fight.
After a quick glance at his back, I take my jeans off, beginning at the button. My palms become sweaty and my cheeks redden when my zipper comes all the way down.
I would of all days, today, choose to wear black lace. I hate myself so much. Awkwardly, I slide the material down my legs while also trying not to hit them against any part of my small car. With a shaky breath, I sigh.
Bye-bye, pride.
"I-I'm done." He turns, his eyes going directly to the side of my left thigh.
At this moment I'm so glad I had gym today. It's the only time I conceal my tattoos and not wear my piercings to school. He frowns, his eyes flickering to mine. I use my bangs as a barrier.
"Wanna know why I made you drive here, Nevy." I nod solemnly, knowing he doesn't really care for my answer.
"Well, I think that Nadia and Nevy, the girl who fights here, are somehow connected to you." His gaze travels my body.
"What do you think?" Oh, fuck! I grip the end of my sweatshirt and tuck it down, trying to cover myself. He's a lot smarter than he lets on.
"You can put your pants back on." I glance at him then nod before opening my door. He lifts an eyebrow.
"I can't put pants on without standing into them," I explain awkwardly.
I know, it's weird, but I can't seem to do it sitting down. He shrugs, throwing a 'whatever' my way. After a stiff nod, I turn with my jeans in my hands.
I jump out of my car and into the pant legs then bend over to pull the jeans completely up. I frown when my jeans won't pull up and over my ass.
What the hell! I blink then realize these are those type of jeans. I internally groan.
First the panties and now the jeans. I just choose the best outfit for today. After two more tucks, I sigh in relief then zip up my pants. I sit back down in the driver's seat before buttoning it up. Then I shut my door.
"Nice ass." I blush with wide eyes and slowly turn towards him.
"Huh?" He smirks.
"It accentuates the thong pleasurably." Giving up on life, I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I stick my eye sockets into my kneecaps, groaning as my face and ears turn the reddest in my life.
"Hey, come on there's nothing to be ashamed of." I peek from my knees to glance at him.
"Girls have to pay a lot of money for an ass like yours." I return my knees and my frown deepens.
"Please don't tell anyone what you saw."
"Of course." I release a sigh of relief.
"Thank—"
"I'll just show them." I pop up with wide eyes.
"What!" I look to see Leon holding his phone with a picture of my ass plastered on the screen. Before I can grab at it, he pulls his phone away.
"Look I don't know how you got rid of the tattoo, but that doesn't mean you're innocent." I furrow my eyebrows while my lips form a thin line.
"I don't have any tattoos, Leon, please delete that." His eyes trail my frame.
"Oh and I'm guessing Lil' miss goodie goodie doesn't have any piercings either." My frown deepens.
"No, I don—"
"I swear if I lift up your shirt and see wholes." His eyes burn into so I look down.
Bad move. Is he not wearing any under- Nope! Not doing that. I move away from him, hiding my hands in my sleeves.
Hopefully, he didn't notice me blatantly staring at his bulge, a rather big one I might add.
"I don't know why you came to the conclusion that I'm Nadia and this Nevy fighter chick, but you're wrong." I glance at the building.
"This is my first time seeing this place," I look towards Leon.
"And I'm pretty sure this stuff is illegal." He scowls, putting his phone away. He stays silent so I take it as a victory on my end. I put my seatbelt on.
"Now that that's cleared, do you want me to take you back to school or just drive you home?
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"Hey, Nevy?" I turn at the soft touch on my shoulder.
"Yes, Kahlil." He pulls me to the side as others pass us. His demeanor seems serious... that can't be good. He bites his lip.
Slightly better, but I'm still worried. I blink away from his mouth, blushing.
"Are you and Nadia connected in any way." I furrow my eyebrows.
Shit, him too! I'm surprised Adriano hasn't connected the dots. I mean, he's the one that's been fucking me. I mentally shake my head.
He's not the smartest of the three, that's for sure.
"Why do you ask that?" He glances at me then sighs.
"Whenever you feel uncomfortable or don't want to talk about this you say you have to go and make up some lame excuse." I frown, sliding my glasses up the bridge of my nose.
"What? She really did need to talk with me." I try, but he just gives me a look saying he doesn't believe any of the shit coming out of my mouth. I sigh.
I don't blame him, I always use that or ones similar. It was always convenient since I'm a super nerd or something.
"No, I don't know her I just don't like 'guy topics'." He furrows his eyebrows with a smirk.
"What topics?" I blush, feeling stupid.
"You know, guy topics." He chuckles, moving closer.
"I'm sorry, I don't, enlighten me." My face begins to feel warm as my eyes found the ground.
"Topics that boys only talk with other boys about." He pushes my glasses up, causing me to look to him. He smiles.
"I'm up here, not down there." I blush. I would argue that he's both, but that's inappropriate and not something I'd say at school. I move away from him when I sense people's eyes.
"I'm fine and I don't know any Nadias." After looking over my face, he nods.
"I'll see you at the game then, Nevaeh." He smiles before making his way to class. I nod then pause for a second.
What? Game? I watch his disappearing figure then silently curse when the bell rings.
God dammit, Kahlil.
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Leon Norton
Something isn't right. As usual, Nevaeh doesn't look Leon in the eyes. He doesn't know if he scares her or if she just doesn't like him.
Anyway, the unusual part, she'll glance over at him when she thinks he's not looking and blush before looking away. She's probably still embarrassed about what he did to her in her car. He's not ashamed and honestly doesn't care.
I just can't ignore it...
He knows for a fact that Nevy from the fight club is also Nadia, there's no denying that. They have the same body, piercings, and tattoos.
Now, I'm just trying to see if Nevaeh is somehow connected to this.
Realistically, he doesn't think she can fight or have casual sex, but you never know.
I mean it doesn't prove anything, but she was wearing a thong.
He knows, they're all basically adults and can wear whatever the fuck they want, but...
Nevaeh and a thong.
If he didn't see it with his own eyes and took a picture of it, he wouldn't have believed it.
Damn, I'm so glad I took a picture.
"Um, I'm gonna go." Leon's gaze moves to her. Kahlil furrows his eyebrows.
"You good?" She blushes, fixing her glasses and hair. He watches her carefully.
She's so innocent, too innocent.
"Yeah, just some project stuff." She goes over to him, grabbing his arm.
"You need to come too, I'm not doing all the work on my own." He blinks a couple times.
What is she getting at? We have no classes together.
He sighs, standing up.
Might as well play her game.
"Fine." He huffs, pretending to be annoyed. Adriano laughs.
"Ha, sucks for you." He goes back to his food while Leon ignores him.
Ass.
Kahlil shrugs.
"Good luck then." She nods then he allows her to drag him to the library. Leon glances down at her.
If I was to just off look alone, they couldn't be any more different.
Nevaeh has light brown hair with bangs and glasses that cover most of her face, brown eyes hiding behind them. Then she doesn't have much of a figure.. or so he thought.
After what happened in her car, he just thinks she doesn't know how to dress. Then she doesn't have any piercings or tattoos...
That I know of.
The other two, or he guesses one, have curvy bodies decorated with piercings and two tattoos.
All in the same place, plus the tattoos were the same. And they aren't those usual ones girls get, no, they were different, personal.
Then there's the black hair and green eyes they both have. Other than that, it just makes sense.
I mean, why wouldn't a badass fight be wild and sleep around. I know I do.
He watches as she waves at the librarian with her sleeve-covered hand, a small smile displayed.
Nevaeh is totally different though. She's boy shy, a goodie goodie, and can't even look him in the eye; she has no sex appeal whatsoever.
If anything, he wants to protect her as if she's his baby sister. But it's weird since he took a picture of her ass, but it was right there.
I couldn't not do it.
He sighs quietly to himself.
Okay, maybe she has some sex appeal when she puts on tight jeans.
He glances down at the small hand that's still holding his arm. Maybe she's a really good actress, does all this on purpose and slipped up when he confronted her in her car.
Thinking more about it, during the time she was putting on her jeans, she was oblivious to the fact that her ass was on full display for him.
Ugh, I'm hella confused. Why does this bug me so much?
They stop walking and he looks around. He furrows his brows.
I didn't even know the library had a lounge area.
He shrugs. He guesses no one would, it's sorta in the back and secluded. She lets go of him then sits down. He sits across from her.
"So what's this project about, partner?" She blushes, covering her mouth with her sleeve. This completely covers her entire face. He honestly doesn't know how she can deal with so much stuff in her face.
That shit would irritate me.
"I-I lied, sorry." Her eyes meet his for a split second before moving to the floor.
"Why'd you bring me here then?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Sick of being good." Leon gives her a suggestive smirk. She frowns, her gaze moving to his legs when he widens them. Then her face and ears turn red.
There we go.
He chuckles, loving that he can tease her. She shakes her head frantically.
"N-no, I wanted that picture back." Her voice is soft and small, a big contrast to what Nevy's tries to be. She may sound intimidating and dominant to others but it doesn't work on him.
"What picture?" He pokes at her, wanting to see her squirm. Pushing her glasses up her face, she gets flustered.
"The one you took when I was.." her eyes move around the floor as he stares intently at her. 'Putting my pants back on.' He almost smirks at how embarrassed she is.
He could be totally wrong or she could be one hell of an actress, either way, he's finding some damn answers.
"Oh, that, sure you can have it." She smiles, jumping up and moving towards him.
"Really?" Leon smiles, standing up.
"If you can find it." His smile morphs into a smirk as she frowns.
"W-what do you mean?" Her gaze lowers and he swears they stopped on his crotch. But as soon as he blinks, her eyes are on her shoes with a small frown on her lips. He furrows his eyebrows. This is the same thing that happened in the car.
I thought I was just imagining things, but I can't imagine it twice, can I?
If he's not then maybe his theory of these three girls all being the same person isn't too crazy. He chuckles.
Only one way to find out.
She glances at him just as he begins to close in on her. She backs away, her calves hitting the coffee table. This causes her to fall back. Nevaeh's eyes instantly close as her ass lands on the table with a soft thud. Her hands grip the edge of the table between her legs, causing them to spread.
He almost wants to laugh at her sudden clumsiness. When she opens her eyes they widen while her glasses slide down her nose. This time he knows for sure what she's looking at. He smirks down at her.
"Having fun down there?" She glances up at him, embarrassment clear on her face.
"I-I," He raises an eyebrow. Probably not knowing what to say, she averts her eyes.
"Can I please have the picture?" She stands up, fixing her glasses.
They have to be fake, no one's stupid enough to get prescription ones that don't fit,
especially her.
Leon takes the glasses from her face then put them on. 'Hey, Leon!' He looks around the library as she tries to get them from him.
Some prescription.
Taking them off, he pretends to hand them over then throw it at the last minute. 'Leon!' He shrugs.
"If you're gonna yell, yell. If you're gonna whisper, whisper." He raises her sweater then rolls his eyes.
"Of course you would tuck in your undershirt." She moves from him, creating as much distance as possible.
"Don't do that!" She looks around the area though there's no one in sight.
"We could get in trouble for sexual misconduct." He chuckles.
"And here I thought we wouldn't even get to first base." She moves further away, covering her lips with her sleeves.
"Plus those glasses are fake." He knows it's a sudden change of pace, but he's impatient. She stays quiet, her face slowly turning back to its original color.
"Nevaeh, tell me the truth." After a while she sighs, arms falling to her side.
"Fine, I really don't need glasses." He almost wants to scoff.
No shit!
"It's just with them it's easier to talk to people," her finger brush at her bangs.
"It's the same with my hairstyle." She stares at the ground with a blank expression.
"Unlike you three, it's hard for me to be social." He furrows his eyebrows then snorts.
"When am I social?" She glances at him through her eyelashes.
"Girls always seem to love you, though there might be a possibility that you're an ex-criminal." Her voice grows smaller as she finished her sentence as if the last part was to herself rather than him. Her eyebrows furrow. He chuckles.
"There's a difference between having fuck buddies and friends." She eyes widen.
"But that's not important, what I really want to know is why you can't look at me?" She goes stiff at his words, eyes on her hands with a hurt expression.
He doesn't know what he did, but she's giving off the little sister vibe and now he feels like he should comfort her. He thinks about it but decides to stay put.
It's not like me to do so, plus, it seems I caused this.
"I don't want to hurt your feelings." He sighs, sitting back in his seat.
"I'm not the one that's hurt, it seems." She rubs her arms then goes back to her seat.
"What did you do, if anything at all?" He rubs a hand down his face. The question everyone wants the answer to.
What did the oh so great Leon Norton do to get sent away?
He shrugs, not wanting to deal with the pain at the moment.
"Why, you scared?" She pulls her sweater over her knees, closing her legs.
She should stop wearing skirts if she doesn't like showing her legs so much.
She rubs her knees together as she furrows her eyebrows. After a while of her fidgeting, she releases a huff of air. Then stands up.
"Why do you think that I'm associated with these two girls?" He leans back in the chair, looking at the scene in front of him.
She has to be hiding something.
Leon can feel it. Why else would all their names sound similar? Why would Nevy dodge his questions at the fight club?
None of this is coincidental.
She begins playing with her bangs as the nerves get to her. With her glasses gone and little moments of her hair out of her face, he can see it.
The face and eye shape, lips, nose. No matter how much she changes or hides, she'll still look like herself.
Leon smirks as he stands up.
"Nevaeh, Nevy, Nadia—whatever you prefer—I've got you and I'm gonna make you confess." Her eyes widen a little as she freezes. He smirks bigger before leaving her alone in the library to form her next plan to convince him otherwise.
But it was too late 'cause Leon already cracked the code.
Now all I need is evidence.
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Oh shit, fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so screwed!
I frown while I stomp my feet as quietly as possible since I'm still in the library. After a while, I just sigh and sit down.
How am I gonna get myself out of this one? No one has ever been this dedicated before. I mean, yes, I've slipped up sometimes over the years but after a little talk people would just forget. I'm not important enough for them to care. I rub my face, laying back in the seat. Why does he care? Knowing who I really am will do nothing for him. Why his he so adamant about this?
I shake my head, standing up. It's too late to pout and complain. I need to think of some way to fix this without digging a deeper hole for myself. I can't make it seem like he got him or won. I have to stand tall and fight on. I'm not gonna let some wannabe bad boy blow a cover that I've been rocking for years. I frown, looking around.
Now, where are my glasses? Moving toward the corner where he through them, I kneel and find them. After a frustrated sigh, I clean them off with the sleeve of my sweater then put them back on.
The bell rings, signaling that lunch is over. Standing up, I brush off my skirt then wave goodbye to the librarian before leaving the library. Once I'm in the halls, I paste on a smile so people can't see how pissed I am.
I need to think of a plan and quick.