Kim:
"Can I see you tomorrow?" He asked as I shimmied into my skinnies. I nodded without even thinking. A smile was brought to his face as I buttoned my pants and looked around for my t-shirt.
"Really?"
I nodded. "That is if my mom doesn't eat my ass alive for skipping."
He smirked and shook his head. "If you cant think of an excuse, just blame it all on me."
That was bold. I looked at him, confused. He just shrugged and laid back down. I noticed he put his boxers on backwards.
"Just say it was all that kid, Chris Brown's fault."
"Chris, I'm not gonna blame you."
"Why? It was all my idea."
"Yeah, but it wont seem right considering I could've said no."
"But even if you do get in trouble, Kim, won't it all be worth it? You had a good time today right?"
I nodded. "I can only imagine what's planned for tomorrow."
"I'll think of something."
My smile widened and I leaned in for a kiss. He met me halfway and planted a soft one on my lips. My fingers tightened around the material of my shirt as the kiss got more intense. He smiled into our lips and it tickled. I pulled away and was presented with his soft eyes. He held me in place for a minute.
"Stay," he begged weakly.
"I gotta go," I whispered back.
He frowned and rolled his eyes.
"Promise you'll be back?"
I thought. "How bout you come onto my turf?"
He nodded. "I just might take you up on that offer, Hernandez."
I lifted myself from atop of him and put my shirt back on. On my turn to leave, Chris' strong hand swiped across the right side of my ass and I jumped.
When I turned his grin was wide and an involuntary giggle left my voice box.
"Bye, Chris." I muttered and shut his door behind me.
Now that the fairytale was over, I was now about to step into a hell of a reality.
...
My sneakers squeaked as I tried to enter the house quietly.
I shut the door lightly but failed to go unheard when my mom came rushing down the stairs, a frantic look on her face. She sighed and had her arms around me in an instant.
"Kim, where were you today? I got a call from your school saying you didn't come in. You wanna explain?" She demanded, hands on her hips. My brother strolled down the stairs with a huge grin on his smug little face. He liked seeing me in trouble. I rolled my eyes at him and he snickered. I stumbled around with my speech and tried to think of any possible excuse before blaming things on Chris.
"I, ugh..got sick right after you guys left. I tried to get to school but I guess I must've ate something..weird." I manged and my mom seemed to believe it for she nodded her head in agreement.
"Really? Why are you all wet?" My brother chipped in and I felt the need to slap the little punk look off his face. I hadn't realized my hair was still damp as were my clothes and shoes.
My mom turned to me for my expaination.
"I took a shower," I snapped back at him and he looked away in disappointment. My mother crossed her arms and looked me over suspiciously.
