Curry Munching with the French Boy

14

AN: SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I'LL DO A TRIPLE UPDATE TO MAKE UP FOR IT.

"Did you see those hickeys on Devin's neck? Your sister is a motherfucking beast." Avril remarked lacing her sneakers up.  It was Monday and after school Avril and I were in the locker-room getting ready for practise. We were alone because we were already a half hour late.

I laughed nervously. Little did she know that I was the beast who marked Devin's neck. My own love bites had been concealed with makeup and my long hair so no one had noticed. For volleyball though, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. Tightening it, Avril let out a surprised shriek.

"How the fuck did you get those?!" Avril squealed pointing at my neck. I guess my makeup had started to fade and Avril noticed.

"Dev-"

"Don't even say his name." Avril exclaimed holding her hand up, "You're a little bitch, you know that? Macking on your sister's boyfriend."

"I know, I know. But you don't understand! It just sort of...happened. And God, when he kissed me, it felt so good. I just-" I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, reminiscing.

"Stop right there. I don't want you to start fingering yourself or something." She shook her head and her expression suddenly turned serious. That wasn't good. Avril was never serious, which meant she was about to give me a stern talking to right now. "I've been rooting for you and Devin since I saw him, exactly 5 weeks ago from this day. But he is your sister's boyfriend, and what you're doing is wrong. You need to tell Dee and sort this out. Don't you think it'd break her heart if she found out Devin was leading her on and her very own sister knew all along?"

Avril was right. No matter how much I tried to convince myself that what Devin and I were doing was okay, that all the issues Avril brought up would just solve themselves somehow, what I was doing was wrong.

Just then the door banged open. Devin rushed in with a look of determination on his face. His eyes found mine and before I knew what was happening he had me pressed against the lockers.

"Devin you ca-" I objected, pushing my hands to his chest.

He didn't wait for my response already pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was rushed but full of passion and need. Before I could return the kiss, Devin pulled away from me, a slight smirk on his face.

“You do not understand how fucking badly I’ve wanted to do that all day, kitten.”

I wanted to be slightly mad at him for just rushing into the girls’ locker-room and kissing me. Someone other than Avril could’ve been in there. But when he was giving me that look with his eyes, and holding me that way, I couldn’t help but blush.

“Ahem,” Avril interrupted. Both Devin and I snapped to look at her, with her hands on her hips and an eyebrow arched. “You two really need to sort this shit out. Lee, we need to get going. We’re already late.”

“You head out; I’ll be with you now.” I said motioning at her to leave. Avril shook her head as she walked out, slamming the door behind her. I sighed and turned around, but was met with a hard rock chest. Devin really needed to learn the meaning of personal space.

“You could ditch and just stay in here with me?” He offered, pulling me closer to him.

“Or you could leave and I go and practise?” I countered.

“Now, where’s the fun in that, kitten?”  He chuckled, resting his chin on top of my head. I shuddered and pressed my face further into his (awesome Led Zeppelin) shirt.