Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 10

EZRA

I wake up from Rachel's phone going off, and shut it off. I see her walking to me and gently kick my leg to wake me up, "Hey, can you wake me already? I need to go to class," Rachel whispered, not knowing I'm already awake.

I stumble as I get up, carefully rub my eyes to wake up fully, and bend down to pick up my white t-shirt. During the moment, Rachel's eyes widened as staring at my tattooed body. Once again, she could look at it all day to consider all sorts of my tattoos but can't, "I have an odd question, also can you please hurry up?". Rachel goes to the closet to exchange into a pair of black skin-tight jeans with a green shirt and black bra. I lay back down, resists my arms underneath my head, laying around down on the bed, "I'm not leaving."; the blood rushes through my body from frustration, "Why?".

He signs, "I decide not to go to the class at all today, but suit yourself..." he sarcastically says until losing thoughts and words from scanning every inch and curve of her body. As Rachel flattens her shirt, she looks up to stare at Ezra's eyes so deeply, and he does the same; "What?" she confusedly wonders as looking down at her body then back at him, looking at my hungry eyes whose staring at her like she's a treat for him.

"N-Nothing," I clear my throat and bite my lower lip for self-control.

Rachel arched her brow to know it was bullshit, "Okay." She walked over to the dresser, grabbed her daily star necklace, and tried to place it on but struggled. I hear mumbling, stand up, goes behind her, and take the chain for her to help; once the clasp is connected, she says thank you. I gradually move a piece of hair to the back of the neck, landing a small kiss below her left ear. She can feel the heat going up to her cheeks as she tilts her head onto his shoulders. From a sign, she doesn't demand him to stop, and he doesn't.

At the critical moment, Rachel turns around, gazes into my vivid eyes as if she would be setting his vicious soul on fire; her lips move firmer as his hand pushes her body against his. Their lips clash together; I allegedly slams her back on with his long fingers reaching the hem of the shirt to lift it off of Rachel. As tucking my hair and going in for more, she sees her alarm clock, almost reading seven o'clock, "Shit! We have to go." she asks me to stop.

"Who willingly gives a flapping fuck about class? Once again, we have time," I mumble as kissing below the ear. She lets go of his hair, slaps my head in frustration, "Oh. I'm sorry, I don't want to be late. You may want to be because you are what? A sophomore?" she asks; ultimately, he stops and smiles, "Raya, I'm a Senior, not a sophomore," he gently puts her down, and walks back to the bed, "I will go to class with you," I uttered out when putting back on my shirt and leather boots.

When fixing her clothes and finding a pair of sneakers in the closet, "Umm..." she starts talking but allegedly stops because she doesn't know what to say from mind racing like a race car.

"Um, What?"

"I thought you informed me that you were going to class; what changed your mind?" Rachel wondered with a concerned look on the face and hands on her curvy hips. Within seconds, I started to laugh, "Well.. after making out, had me sincerely convinced to go," I smiled. She doesn't buy it, "Seriously. Tell me."

"Okay. Okay, don't let your panties be a twist; I have the same class as you in the morning, which is English literature  Mr. Johns's class, right?" I confuse while trying to find my car keys around the area. Rachel nods when going to her desk to double-check if she has all of her books and stuff ready until hearing sheets moving, "What are you doing? Also, Ezra?'' She calls out his name, and I lift my head from searching under Abby's desk.

"Don't ever mention my panties again, so leave them alone."

"Oh! Sorry, I leave your panties alone. Expertly, for now," I grin an evil smirk without noticing I sounded like a prevent dick when he said that, "With that, don't think Abby told me about your schedule because that girl doesn't tell me shit, ever. I have connections through the school."

Rachel nods when finding my car keys on the key rack by the door, snatches them, and tosses them to me. Here you go, and what do you mean, 'you have connections.'" she wonders, puts, has connections in quotes and crosses her arms.

I stay silent, walks towards the door without a word coming out.

"Ezra?". I sign, "We should go. So end of the discussion," and leaves the room with her gathering her stuff and following me.