Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving - An Apex Legends Story

Chapter 90 - The Gala Event

**Warning. This chapters deals with physical abuse. If you are sensitive to physical abuse then please do not read this chapter**

Octavio yawned as he flipped through the stations on the television. He stopped when he saw the World's Edge arena. At first he thought it was just an advertisement but as he watch few he realized it was live. He watched Lisa Stone as she announced something called 'The Old Ways.' From what Octavio could make out from the broadcast, it was a series of trials that involved killing prowlers and winning prizes for doing so. Currently it was just Bloodhound running through the trials. It was a cave, just outside of Skyhook, that housed the trials and the prowlers. Octavio played with Ajay's hair as she slept on his chest.

Ajay opened her eyes in a half awake state. She looked up at the television to see Bloodhound and the prowlers. She grew tense in Octavio's arms. Octavio looked down at her and continued to play with her hair as he turned the television to a different station. "Hey Che. Remember that night we went to the gala? The last time that we ever went to the gala together?" He had a smirk on his face that she couldn't see.

She relaxed into him, "Yah." She yawned and closed her eyes, "It's not like ya were forced to go." He laughed, "Yeah but what kind of friend would I be if I didn't go." She started to drift off, "The kind that got ya kicked out...." He shrugged, "It wasn't my fault. Ban me for life suckers." He waited for her response and then realized that she had fallen back to sleep again. He smiled and flipped back to the trials.

The black dress clung tightly to her body. It was long, strapless, and left little to the imagination. Ajay knew it was classy enough to get her into the gala and trashy enough to piss off her parents. She left her long brown, red hair down; just one more thing that would make her parents mad. Ajay debated putting makeup on as she stood in front of the mirror.

Octavio walked into her room without any introduction. They had been inseparable since they met. He was wearing black slacks and a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. "Hey hermana. You read...." He lost his words when he saw her adjusting her breasts in front of the mirror. He had to do a double take as his eyes wondered to her ass. The dress she wore was tight against her every single curve.

"Yah. I don know Silva. Should I wear makeup?" He stood there and stared at her backside from top to bottom once again. "No way." Those were the only words he could manage to get out. He crossed his arms over his chest as she sat down on her bed. The slit that parted her dress showed more than enough of her left leg for Octavio to handle; he needed to find something to occupy himself. He sighed and walked over to her, kneeling in front of her, trying peek up the silt of her dress without making it look too obviously.

He grabbed her black heels and helped her into them, one foot at a time. He gently threaded the strap through the buckle on each heel. He couldn't resist touching the side of her leg and tracing his fingertips all the way up to her thigh as he stood up. He had always thought of doing unspeakable things to her and tonight was no different. But they were friends, even though they had done stuff that wouldn't fall under the just friend's category. But any time they did anything, things seemed to get awkward between them and he really didn't know where they stood. So he restrained himself to save their friendship. He pushed his thoughts away and offered her his hands so that she could stand.

She smiled and took his hands to stand up. "Do ya think this will piss off my parents?" Octavio shrugged, "Turn around?" She began to turn around. "Slower Che." He tried not to sound too creepy and eager when he asked. She sighed and turned around as slow as she could. Octavio shuddered as he watched every single curve of her body and imagined what it would be like to touch her skin and taste her. He did everything he could to hold himself back from pulling that tight black dress off of her gorgeous body, throwing her onto the bed, and having his way with her.