Before I Forget

Twisted, Bitter Creatures

"Heeey, El Serpiente—!" Hawk exclaimed as soon as Miguel opened the door. He offered his hand for their fist bump handshake and laughed. "What's up, man?"

Miguel frowned but answered the greeting nevertheless. "You know, living on the edge—" he shrugged. "Dude, what... what are you doing here?"

That was a good question.

What was he doing here, at Miguel's front door, was still a bit of a mystery to Hawk. He had gone to Rickenberger's party, had worn his arrogant grin like a mask, had laughed with his friends loud and rude. Hell, he had even started talking with a hot babe - a beautiful blond with big tits who was called Mia or Maya or something like that, he couldn't remember. She had giggled at his jokes, had laid a hand on his chest and kept it there for a moment too long for it not to mean anything, and her pink lips had turned into a soft smile that had been fucking kissable—

But when the time had come to make his move, Hawk had chickened out.

He had known he couldn't do it. That he didn't have it in him to take that girl into the bathroom or a spare bedroom, and kiss her, undress her, fuck her–

Because that girl wasn't Sky.

So he had walked out, he had just left that girl who had a gorgeous body and who was totally into him, had made up some stupid excuse and just left her standing there with a drink in her hands as he walked out of the house.

And now he was standing at Miguel's door, wondering how the Hell he had gotten here.

"I was at this lame-ass party," he replied with a laugh. "And I just... I guess I just thought I'd have more fun with you, man. I brought some beer, thought we could hang out and catch up—"

"Beer? You do realize my Yaya's home." Miguel said in a low voice, glancing over his shoulder to make sure his grandmother hadn't heard.

Hawk let out a dry laugh. "So what? Come on, let's get out of here."

The six-pack and the bottle of vodka - of which he had already consumed a big portion - were still in his backpack. He was in the nice state of getting drunk - the phase where all the crap that had happened in the past couple of days was starting to feel like it had happened to someone else, where his heart was still beating. Screw Rickenberger and his stupid party, this was where Hawk wanted to be.

Miguel glanced at Hawk as if he only now realized his intoxicated state but in the end, he let out a resigned sigh.

"Just wait a sec. I'll be out in a minute."

Hawk leaned on the wall next to Miguel's door and waited as Miguel pushed his wheelchair back inside. He heard Miguel talking to Rosa, saying Hawk was here and that they'd be outside for a while, heard Rosa's reply though he didn't understand all of it since she spoke Spanish. All that was a bit hazy in Hawk's mind, the words went through his mind leaving no prints behind. He thought about the pretty blond he had left at Rickenberger's party. She'd had tits as big as his head. Fuck, he should have at least asked for her number... But that thought was slippery, and as he thought about fucking that girl on the bed so that her huge tits bounced, her image morphed into Sky. There she was on the bed, in a post-orgasmic haze, looking up at him with her impossibly green eyes, begging for him to make love to her, begging for him not to break her heart again–

That thought hurt like a dagger through Hawk's gut, making him groan.

Why am I still thinking about her? She fucking dumped me. I could be fucking that hot blonde now—

His thoughts were interrupted as the door opened again and Miguel pushed his wheelchair out onto the courtyard.

"Need help?" Hawk asked, picking up his backpack, hoping Miguel wouldn't notice the emotion that shadowed his face.