𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 | junior x reader

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟱

IT WAS THE LATER EVENING, the sun was starting to set leaving a golden yellow light on everything the sun touched. I was listening to music as of now, but it couldn't block out the sounds of my mothers having a good time in the other room.

Nica had moved in with us a few weeks ago, my mom's girlfriend. She was pretty nice usually, kind of sarcastic and loud at times though. She had a tomboyish personality, with ginger hair and she was very attractive.

The couple had left the room, and approached me in the living room. Nica sat down on the chair next to the couch, she held a beer bottle in her hand. Chugging it. "Hey kiddo." She said,

"Sweetheart, sorry we took so long." My mom said to me, and I just nodded and smiled in response. "It's alright, I was just listening to music."

"I'm gonna go to Junior's to work on our History report." I said, and grabbed my things. Standing up from the couch. "Okay, have fun sweetie!"

I left and made my way to Junior's place, it was about a twenty minute walk away from my house. So it didn't take that long to get there. I approached the doors and knocked, as usual, Jake was the one to answer the door.

"Me and Junior are gonna work on our History report." I said to him, and he nodded at me. "Okay, cool. He's just in his room." Jake replied, and let me inside.

I walked up the stairs with Jake and approached Junior's bedroom, I knocked on the door softly and I heard him on the other side of the door. "What?" He sounded annoyed, as if it was Jake knocking or something.

"I'm here to work on the report." I said, and I heard him walk up to the door. He opened it and smiled at me, "Sorry, I thought you were Jake." He said, and I wandered inside. "I'll sit on my desk, you can sit on my bed."

I nodded, and sat down on the edge of his bed. I couldn't help but notice the pleasant scent in the room, it was a nice and attractive fragrance like the scent of cologne. I watched as he unlocked his laptop and then spun his chair around towards me.

"So, did you have any ideas for the opening paragraph?" He asked me, and I nodded, handing him a piece of notebook paper in which I'd written the first paragraph and some other notes on.