Temporary Fix

CHAPTER FIVE

RONNIE

I could hear the birds chirping, but my eyes hadn't quite opened yet. I wanted to let the brief consciousness go and fall back into a slumber, but I fought against the urge.

I could feel the sheets rub against my bare body. I arched my back till I heard a faint crack and my legs extended shaking slightly as I tried to loosen my limbs. I kept stretching until I hit something—someone.

      My temporary fix.

      I bit my lip and felt a tingle in my stomach as his arm had fell over me, his veins were thick and protruding. And God knows I was a sucker for those veins. That statement in itself was probably sinful.

      I didn't remember falling asleep, I just remember us both lying together—breathing together. He wasn't holding me, but we were definitely touching. One of my legs were thrown on top of his, with the left side of my back inching on top of his chest as we both stared up at the ceiling. It was limited conversation before and after, during was probably when the most words were said. I felt my face warm up in embarrassment as I thought about it.

       Suddenly, the setting settled in. We were in the fucking Vander's house. I had sex with a boy in the Vander's house. If we were caught, and if this got back to Karlie she would probably never forgive me.

"Hey." I whispered trying to angle my face away so he didn't get a whiff of my morning breathe.

His head moved slightly, "Mm."

      I nudged him softly with my elbow, "Come on before they find us in their house?"

      His face scrunched up as his head turned towards me. His lashes covered his barely opened eyes, "Their?"

      My face fell into my palm. "The Vander's, more importantly Eden!" It was starting to settle in, that horrible feeling in my stomach whenever I made a bad decision.

      "Oh my mom?"

You know those moments when your heart skips a couple beats, so then it begins to beat rapidly trying to make up for them? I was in that moment. I was stiff as the information digested in my stomach.

      "Your mom?" I questioned. I tried to sound level, but it shook itself out outside of my mouth instead of flowing. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes glanced around the room, I followed and did a once over of the room and then thats when I saw it. Medals, ribbons, trophies, but it was the biggest trophy that allowed me to read the name of the guy I was on top of. Then it all made sense.

Omari Vander.

The embarrassment has settled in like a burger with too much fucking grease—like a sickness. That's when the face matched with the name, and I could recall the frenzy that the school made over Omari. I had never really saw him around campus, but his presence was anything but small. And now I was just another chick that he slept with at University. Not only that, but I was the girl who was wanting his mom to pay for my tuition when I ended up in her sons bed. Oh wait, it gets worse. Not only was I the girl he slept from university, but I got kicked out of school because his mom definitely wasn't paying a damn dime for my tuition because I fucking slept with her son whom I just met last night.

"My moms not here." He said softly.

"And what about your dad?" I quipped.

Omari stared at me for several seconds lazily before his shoulders lifted and fell, either saying that he didn't know or he didn't care. I had a feeling that it was a mixture of both.