Before I Forget

Cicero

The moment Sky opened the door, Hawk's jaw dropped.

Holy shit she is pretty!

How did I get this lucky?

Sometimes it still hit him like a fucking wrecking ball - the sudden realization that he wasn't a pathetic nerd anymore. No, he was someone else entirely, he had been reborn, and he had shed off good old Eli Moskowitz like a snake sheds its skin.

Hawk sure as Hell didn't miss a single thing about the old him. Bye, bye Eli - He was Hawk now. He had spread his wings, jumped off the cliff, and the wind was carrying him into a life where he was strong, he was confident, he was badass.

Hell, he was the guy who got to fuck Sky O'Brian, the hottest girl he had ever seen - and that thought brought a cocky grin to his lips as he checked her out.

Sky was wearing a pair of comfy, pink sweats and a T-shirt with a picture of a My Little Pony, and Hawk's throat went dry as he noticed the shape of her chest under the shirt.

Shit, she's not wearing a bra?

Holy fuck, that's hot!

Those were her nipples he saw through the fabric, and the soft curve of her breast —and Oh God I'm staring at her boobs like a fucking idiot—

How she managed to destroy his cool and turn him into a blushing mess just by standing in front of him and giving him a knowing smirk, was beyond him.

"You're late," Sky said, leaning to the doorway, and Hawk forced himself to draw his eyes up to meet hers.

"Sorry," he swallowed once. Twice. "There was this dude at the minimart trying to buy beer with a fake ID, and it just took ages—"

"Sure that wasn't you?" Sky arched a brow. "Walter Hawkman?"

"No it wasn't, wait—" his cheeks were burning. "You mean you wanted me to bring beer?"

"Nah," Sky grinned. "We can always rob my father's liquor cabinet."

She let him in and closed the door behind them. As soon as Hawk had walked in, Napoleon emerged from the kitchen and approached him meowing, pushing himself against Hawk's legs demanding a scratch. Hawk obliged if only to get a distraction from Sky's boobs - why is it so hard not to look at them, jeez? The sight of her nipples through the shirt had made his pulse quicken and he was half-hard just for that.

"So, what do you wanna do?" he asked, his fingers buried in Napoleon's soft and fluffy fur. The small cat was purring happily, and circling his legs to get his full attention.

"You know, watch a movie, maybe order a pizza." Sky replied, and Hawk turned his eyes up.

Wait, what? She told me to bring condoms—?

"Just kidding," Sky laughed, noticing his confusion. "But hey, first things first. Let's get a drink."

"A drink?"

"What's the point of having the house for ourselves if we aren't gonna get drunk?" Sky shrugged. "Come on, I think my Dad still has a bottle of that amazing whiskey—"

That thought made Hawk rather nervous - he was suddenly reminded of Mr. O'Brian's stern look as he had told Hawk there shouldn't be any 'funny business' in Sky's room - and as Hawk hoped to perform all kinds of funny business with Sky tonight, he didn't want to add robbing Mr. O'Brian's whiskey into the list of his sins.

"Isn't he gonna notice?" Hawk asked as he followed her through the living room - Hello Julius Caesar, that huge bust always gave him the creeps - into her dad's office. Napoleon sneaked in with them and hopped onto a large, leather armchair in the corner.