| From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series |
Zoila, a 16-year-old escapes her abusive foster home. She makes a plan to go to Mexico- buy a plane ticket to Peru, and find her Grandma waiting for her in South America to reunite with her again.
That is until s...
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"Help! Help me—!"
I keep my attention fully concentrated on my hair; brushing it and styling it with Katie's pastel-colored, heart-shaped hairpins. It still weirds me out how fast it's grown during the four months I was in a coma. I have always kept it short but right now, I'm kind of liking the new look.
"Please! Scotty, c'mon. We're friends—"
I mindlessly smooth out Katie's blue hoodie she had in her closet. I honestly think it looks good on me. I even do a quick outfit check in front of a mirror that faced towards the door that I left open, giving me a full show of Scott slaughtering his three classmates.
'Damn,' I grimace when one of the guy's intestines fall out of the stomach, 'Sucks to suck' I shrug then jump on Kate's bed and make myself comfortable, while I wait for Scott to finish.
Boredom quickly comes, the constant begging and blood squirting becomes background noise. It's starting to make me wish that the phone Enrique gave me still worked, so I could watch a movie or play a game. I sigh— annoyed that those assholes didn't stay asleep.
I roll over onto my stomach and close my eyes reliving just a few moments ago when Scott and I were cuddled on the couch, soaking in the presence of each other. It was sweetly intimate. It made me forgot what happened to us and left my mind blank in peace. We stayed laying on the couch when I eventually made a move to kiss Scott.
——
"J," I whispered to him, then turned myself to face him.
Scott hummed a reply, lazily opening his eyes.
"Can I kiss you, J?"
That surely woke him up.
"Only if you'll be my girlfriend again and we pick up where we started."
I laughed but agreed, "You gotta kiss me first."
We pull each other and kiss like it was our last time. My eyes roll back when Scott moans and squeezes me close to him.
Thoughts of relief flooded my mind, each one echoing how turned on and happy I am to be with him again.
My legs wrapped around Scott's waist, tightly keeping him in place on me. I ran one of my hands through his damp hair. The other griped the back of his neck as I made-out with him.
A body-rocking feeling punched me in the gut when Scott grind his bulge right against my crouch. I didn't know if it was because the sticky feeling of my drenched clothes or another revelation about my curandera abilities but I could have died with a smile on my face.
"Jian." I gripped his hair hard and my hands warmed up, heightening this euphoric sensation.
"Zoila," Scott groans against my lips.
I cupped his face and stared at his culebra eyes, I don't think I will ever get over how mystical they look. I love it. Don't know if it's a new kink of mine but they're honestly so hot on him.
"Did you know your second eyes turn me on?" I whispered and pecked Scott's lips.
He smiled and kissed me back, "Did you know you turn me on?"
I tried pulling Scott back to kiss him again when the passed-out drunks had to wake up.
'You got to be fucking kidding me'
Annoyed, I loudly mumble, "Why now?" I gave him a look that basically told him, 'tell them to leave'.
Scott smiled and gave me one last peck and pulled himself off of me, signaling me to follow him. Sighing, I, too stood up and followed after him to a room.
"This is Kate's room. Grab what you like while I'll go deal with them."
I nod, already approaching a drawers filled with t-shirts that belong to Kate. I started imagining him and I in the beaches of Peru again assuming he still wants to go.
——
I come out of memory lane when I feel Scott plop himself right next to me. In nothing but a bloody towel wrapped around his waist. I quickly piece together that he has taken a shower to clean the blood off.
"Is it okay with you if I change in here?" He asks me.
I quickly nod a yes with a smile, honestly pretty happy he feels comfortable around me.
"Can I watch you change?" I say, making sure that my nervousness in possibly seeing him naked doesn't come out.
Scott nods back, getting a bit red, "Yeah."
With his consent, I sit up and and crawl backwards until I feel my back pressing against the bed's board. Making myself at home to watch my own personal show.
He laughs a bit and proceeds to change in front of me. Scott takes the towel and lets it drop to the floor. I scan his bare body, taking note down to the finest detail on his naked body. Nothing sexual just comfortably safe. When Scott sits down on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on, I crawl right over to him. I delicately nibble his neck and give him a hug from behind.
Scott laughs and grabs one of my hands and kisses it.
"Cute." He mumbles.
I giggle, "I know." I kiss his neck and get a smell of a sweet fragrance.
I happily hum, "You smell good."
"Thanks. I used Kate's shampoo."
"Scott!", Speak of the devil.
I freeze when I recognize Kate's voice from outside. If she's here then so is that asshole Gonzalez, too.
'Shit! My bike is still out on the driveway'
"Crap!" I grunt.
A whine nearly comes out when I know that I'm going to have to leave it behind.
'It was such a badass bike!'
"I have to get a new one." I promise myself.
Scott tiptoes and peeks through his sister's window. I rush over to my green jacket I dropped on the floor and take out the money I got left; stuffing in my front pocket.
"Zoi, we gotta go now." I nod and follow after him.
Before I can take another step, I freeze for a few seconds and stare at the dead jocks that are currently hanging from the ceiling. There guts dangling out of their stomach, exposing their worm-like intestines. A huge puddle of blood stains the carpet below them.
"Holy fuck." I mumble with a grimace.
I don't know wether to be scared or impressed for how quick Scott killed and nailed them to the ceiling that fast. But one thing I now learned about him, is that he's so extra.
"Babe!" Scott grabs my hand and urges me to keep moving.
I take my eyes off the dead jocks and shake my head at Scott.
"Okay, now that is just overkill."
He shrugs, "I got a little carried away."
I laugh, picking up my speed behind Scott as we approach a back door.
