THUGGIN TO LOVIN || T.K

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡

"But if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first to ever did." - Lana Del Rey
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Alexa Sinclair
-the following month-

Third basketball match of the month.

And they have won. Every. Single. Match.

I did my usual ritual, go down the steps, congratulate my brother first, then Tom.

"You played so well!" I ducked out of his grip on me, gosh he is always sweaty.

"Nah Sinclair, I expect a full hug."

Hello? No he doesn't need one.

"Uhm... maybe after you've taken a shower—" I got cut off by him pulling me into a hug.

I knew this would happen.

"Okay, it's been three seconds, let go now."

He didn't.

"I'll tell my dad—"

He let go.

I smiled, giving him a high five. "How are you always ramming in those last minute slam dunks, it's like you're a cheetah!" I was about to attempt to make a cheetah impression.

Then I decided not to, because i'd embarrass myself horribly.

"Nah, their dicks aren't—"

"Okay, enough about animal penises." I stopped him from continuing his yap.

"Is that a new pair of jeans?" He crossed his arms, changing the topic.

I shoved my hands into the back pockets of the jeans in question, twirling a little.

"They're bedazzled in the back, you see?"

"Oh, I see."

Oh no, i've provoked him again.

It's happened so many times. It's actually a struggle hanging out with a horny teenage boy for half of the week.

Tom has no more F's. I'd taken a D.

Wait, not in that way.

I have a D in gym class. It's actually horrid, how? I'm not quite sure, maybe because I was putting on lipgloss while they were throwing balls.

I don't like balls.

"Maybe have a little bit of self respect and not stare at my butt? You ask everyday if i've gotten a new pair of jeans. This is the one time you were correct." I informed him, he shrugged.

"I like ass, sue me."

"Eat it."

"Is that a cha—"

"Hey Alexa!" Bill greeted, with a strong wave.

Yes, good. Save me from Tom's mind. It stays in his pants, and to be honest... I respect it.