Definitely Not Attached

Chapter Six

MIGUEL

My mum had asked Rita if she was hungry. I easily identified it as lasagna because its rich aroma had wafted into my nose.

I could also tell that Rita was a little taken aback by my house. My dad, Rico, had landed the job of his dreams as an Executive Accountant in some hotshot company. He then moved us out of our 3 bed semi-detached in the middle of nowhere and bought an 6 bed mansion sized house. She gave me a look of surprise, and I just nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders. Those eyes, they could light up a room!

Not realising I was gawping at the back of her head faced towards my mum, she waved her hand in my face.

'Miguel you dumbass.' she told me in a faux angry voice, to which I gasped theatrically and chased her up the stairs, to which she reacted squealing madly.

I ran ahead into my room - my legs were literally MADE for basketball - and fell backwards on my bed, panting. She did the same and lay on my chest. I was sure that my heart was beating at a million miles a minute through my black skintight shirt.

'Well, that was fun.' she said, laughing.

'I know. Hold up, let me put on the stereo, there's this-'

Before I could finish my sentence, I felt her lips on mine. I noted how they fitted together so perfectly, like divine intervention dictated that we were supposed to be together. I ran my fingers down the small of her back slowly as I felt her smile beneath our kiss, her dimples acting as the tangible manifestation of her glee. Oh God, she had one sexy smile.

I propped her upright using my bear hands to reposition her petite frame closer to me, our kiss only getting more passionate. I ran my fingers through her soft brown hair and she sat on my lap facing me.I picked her up, her legs wrapped around my middle, as I pushed us against the wall with a thud. My sister next door might have heard that. I felt Skrillex looking down on us from my poster disapprovingly. But I didn't give a damn. There was nothing to worry about anymore. Ever since her father's death 2 years ago, I had never seen her smile like that. Sure, she'd smile out of kindness or fun, but this was different.

This one was in a league of its own. It meant that she was truly happy and that I was part of that happiness. It was something we nurtured, cherished and showed off to the entire world. There was nothing more I wanted but to proclaim to the Heavens concerning my love for this girl. I remember thinking 'I am not going to let this diamond go. Oh, no.'

Moving down to the curve in her neck, I began kissing her snow white skin and resisting the strong urge to give her a love bite. If her stiff mom saw that, we'd both never hear the end of it.

She pulled away, smiling at the ground. Damn, she had to be shy at the best of times. I chuckled, eyebrows raised.

'Wow, I've never been shut up with a kiss' I grinning from ear to ear.

She smiled the gorgeous smile which never seemed to fail to make my heart do backflips. She placed her head on my chest and shut her weary, yet beautiful eyes, exhaling with relief.

'Take me away from here. I hate the world.' She was half-asleep and maybe a little cranky. She stared, squinting all around the four walls and examining my Skrillex, Aviici and John Mayer posters. Lifting my head slightly to study her face, I looked at her with a confused countenance about my face. It's a known fact that Rita Mascherano can be a little weird, especially when she's half-asleep.

'Where shall I take you, hermosa?' I ask, with genuine interest.

'Y-you are my bitch, Pimentel, no-one else's' My eyes widen with amusement, as she shuts off completely and sleeps peacefully on me.

Her phone pinged at that instant.

'I don't wanna bother her, I'll just check her message for her.' My conscience really knew no limits. Isn't that what boyfriends are there for?

I studied where the BlackBerry first was, lying in her open hand. With the gentlest touch, I retrieve it from her palm and helped myself to the content of the device.

It was from Michelle, the biggest bitch going and Rita's best friend. She's in my form and I suppose I've harboured a strong dislike for her, ever since she asked me out in Year Ten and when I rejected her, spread rumours about us going the whole nine yards and me carrying STIs or something. Nobody in St George talked to me for like a month, even Ricardo was backing me up, and socially, things have never really been the same.

'hey bbe, u ok? aint seen u in lyk ages, thats gtta change! yu styll hangin with that dyke Miguel, whyyyyy, ill never get what goes on in ur hed, has he spiked ur orange juice yet lol' I read the text, anger building up inside me. How fucking dare she?

It was no secret that I sometimes hit the bottle, but that's not a disgusting thing. I knew her type. Her subliminal message intertwined in the text hit me like an arrow through the heart. I decided to reply back for her.

'hey hey hey!' lol ya I'm at his place! aww noo he ain't like dat babe!'

I instantly felt regrettable for invading my girlfriend's privacy, mentally hitting my head against the wall for my wrongdoing. I know she disliked me rather strongly but I couldn't help but feel relieved for that little discovery.

Rita was beginning to stir so I repositioned myself to adjust to her movements. I was trying not to eat her up - she looked cute while asleep. As incensed as I was, I held my composure all the while.

'Shit, what time is it?' Rita asked, eyes wide with fear. I could feel her heart beat rapidly.

'Just gone 4, don't worry, Mashers we've only just begun' I smiled a rare, abbreviated smile to let her know of my good intentions.

'Where's my phone at? It was in my hand before I slept.'

And what do you know, it was still in my hand. Michelle's message adorning the screen, glowing proudly. Rita looked at it first and then glared at me, confusion them anger beginning to show on her features.

Michelle- 1

Miguel- 0.

Shit.

It should have been -1000 for me because I knew full well I was about to get a keen grilling. I held her gaze, trying to contemplate exactly how she might react. It would take more than a few shots of Bacardi to pull through this one.