𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝

not proof read!(sorry i'm tired i'll proofread it tmrw)
lowercase intended

part seven

boris and i walk in the kitchen where he pulls out a few ice cubes from the freezer and wraps them in a dish towel. he places the makeshift ice pack in my hand and grabs the bottle of whiskey from the counter. "head back. it helps with the pain.", he says, his face inches away from mine. i tilt my head back and open my mouth as he pours the liquor into my parted lips. we repeat this two more times before i tell him im feeling the pain a little less now. he puts the bottle back down and smiles at me, "see, it helps, yes?". i giggle back feeling tipsy, "yes it definitely helps.", i say smiling. he looks down at my (well his) sweater and says, "let's get you changed.". i look down and see a swipe of blood on the sweater from where i had unknowingly wiped my fist on it. "shit boris, i'm sorry.", i say genuinely, as i remember it's his favorite sweater. he shrugs, "will come out when i wash.". "let's go to my house, my mom texted that she left the house key under the mat when she came home to change clothes.", i say making my way to the front door. "shes working?", boris asks me. "yea, she had a shift last night and got off pretty late so she stayed at a motel on the strip. she came home earlier today to change before her next shift. she should be home at like ten tonight though.", i tell him as we walk out the front door. it's odd not seeing my mom for so long. i mean sure i've went this long without seeing her, she always worked long hours, but being in this new place without her is just so strange to me. it was in boris's car on the way to school when i saw her text,

mom
hey lucy bug! had a longer shift than expected and was too pooped to drive home. spent the night at a cheap motel on the strip, headin home now to change and get ready for the next shift! should be home at about 10pm, i'll let ya know if anything changes. love you! be good!

it made me slightly annoyed that she would spend the night at a motel instead of coming home so i could drive my car this morning. now that was the last thing on my mind, i wasn't even annoyed with her anymore, i was too invested in everything that happened after english class that led to these last twenty minutes. as we arrive to my front door i pick up the mat and grab the key, i unlock the door and open it, letting the cigarette smell hit us both in the face. boris smiles, "you've been here a little more than 24 hours and already have a cigarette smell stuck to your house.", he says breathing in the smell of the foyer. "and a russian stuck to my hip.", i mumble, placing the key in my pocket and closing the door behind us. i go into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when i see a note on the fridge,

hey baby, phone died and i can't find where i packed my charger. i forgot to tell you in my text, but i brought some food home for you from the diner. it's in the fridge, i'll call you from the diner phone if i need to get in touch, love you!
                            - mom🤍

fuck yeah. i was too hungover this morning to even think about eating, but now that the headaches past and i have more liquor in me, imma fuck up this food. listen, i know that it's not good to drink when your hungover, but when i was taking those shots i had completely forgotten how bad my stomach and head hurt. i was only thinking about how bad my bruised knuckles hurt, and trust me they fucking hurt. i open the fridge to find two togo boxes containing food from moms diner. i look over at boris, "jackpot!", i say shaking them. he grins at me taking one out of my hand and sitting at the kitchen table immediately. i sit across from him and we begin eating like it's the first food we've ever tasted. to be honest, the food was shit, but we hadn't eaten since last night. we finished our meals and both leaned back in our chairs satisfied. he smiled a crooked smile at me and got up from his chair, walking over to me. "go put on fresh clothes new girl, you're beautiful, but a bloody shirt is not a good look for anyone.", he said pulling me out of my chair. i laughed, "wowww, so you're saying i need to put on something more sexy for you, huh?", i say raising my eyebrows. his face turns red, before he can answer i'm running up the stairs yelling, "wait there!". i go into my room and start digging through the box's of clothes until i find a tshirt that practically swallows me whole. i strip down to boris boxers and toss the Tshirt onto my body. as i leave my room, i pick up boris sweater and go to the laundry room. i toss the sweater in the washer with a generous amount of laundry detergent, start the cycle, and run back down stairs. "how's this for sexy?", i say striking a pose when i get in front of boris. he laughs, "very sexy new girl.", he says eying me up and down. he begins walking towards me, and just as he grabs my hips to pull me in for a kiss, his phone plays a song in a different language. "fuck!", he yells in frustration as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. "what's wrong?", i ask him looking at his phone. "is my father, i have to answer.", he says removing his other hand from my waist and bringing it to my face to cup my cheek. "don't move, i be quick, i swear.", he tells me before he walks from my living room into my kitchen. at first he speaks softly, in a tone i can hardly hear, but quickly forgets i'm only a few feet away in the living room and begins speaking in his normal tone. "да, папа....я думал, ты проведешь еще неделю в шахтах? ......я знаю, но я-", i assume his father cuts him off because when i turn to look at him his lips press together fast and his face turns a light shade of red. he takes a deep breath after a minute and begins talking again, "да, я понимаю. окей, да, я буду дома.", he says and puts his phone in his pocket. he walks back into the living room and sighs. "everything okay?", i ask slightly concerned. "yes, everything okay. my father will be home tonight, i thought he had to be at work for longer but i was wrong. we have to pick up theo and then i'll take you both home. you don't want to meet my father, he is...what is the word? eh, a dickbag?", he says explaining the phone call to me. "that's okay, no big deal. i should probably be here when my mom gets home anyways.", i tell him with a smile. if he wants alone time he doesn't have to lie about a deadbeat dad. yeah boris told me he drinks, but so does my mom, and she's not so bad. he smiles a half smile and me and kisses me on my cheek, "thank you for understanding. i'll text theo and tell him we are on our way to pick him up, he should be done with his test by now.", he says typing a text to theo. before he's even done typing, he's taking my uninjured hand and leading me out my front door and into his driveway. he sends the text, i assume, because he puts his phone back in his pocket and opens the drivers side door and helps me crawl into the passenger seat, before getting in his seat and starting the car. we drive to school listening to music, talking, laughing, and holding hands like we're in some cheesy romance movie. as we pull into the school parking lot i turn down the music, "okay, remember, we're not telling theo about our...deal.", i say struggling to get out the word. boris brings a hand to his mouth, pretends zip it and lock it, then proceeds to give me the imaginary key. i smile, let go of his hand, and crawl into the backseat as i see theo waiting in front of the school. we park and theo opens boris's door and crawls across boris to the passenger seat. before anyone can get one word out theo speaks, "lucy, everyone was talking about what happened. apparently kailey came out of the bathroom with a bruised nose and everyone saw. she claimed that someone opened a stall door on her face but i quickly shut down that rumor and told everyone what a badass you are. and thanks to yours truly, i don't believe anyone will fuck with you anytime soon.", he tells me with a small bow looking very proud of himself . boris laughs, "ha! yours truly? you didn't do anything, she punched her, she deserves credit, yes?", he said looking at theo amused. "yeah but if it weren't for ME people would have assumed that all she did was hit her nose, not got struck with the all mighty-ness of lucy gardeners fist, POW!", he said to boris pretending to throw a punch at him. the boys argued playfully about this subject for about five minutes before theo turned to me. "but seriously though, what happened? why'd you punch her?", he asked curiously with an eyebrow raised. my face turned red as i tried to come up with a reasonable, sane excuse. boris looked in the rearview mirror, saw the worry on my face, and quickly came up with something. "kailey try to take her school bag, because she is new and kailey thinks she can mess with her and not get any consequences, yes? so new girl sees her pick it up and start to walk out. but just as the bitch thinks she is getting away with this, new girl spins her around, and tells kailey the bag is hers. kailey gets bitchy and tells her to come get if she wants. so, new girl does that. she punches that asshole in face, and gets her bag back.", boris explains to theo as he backs out of the parking lot and begins driving home. theo takes in almost every sentence with a gasp, then proceeds to turn back around to me, "badass.", he says with an approving nod. i smile at him and show him my bruised knuckles, "and i've got the marks to prove it.", i say as he examines my hand. "fuck dude, does it hurt?", he asks with concern. "well it did, but then i may or may not have drank a few shots of whiskey to numb the pain.", i say with a laugh. "and im guessing that was his idea?", he says nodding his head to boris. boris puts his hand over his heart dramatically, taking his eyes off the road for a spilt second and looks over to theo, "you know me too well potter. am flattered.", he says turning his head back to the road after his words, but not before giving me a quick wink in the rearview window that gave me butterflies. theo sat back in his seat and looked ahead at the road before speaking, "are we going to your house?", he asked boris i assume. "nie, dad is coming back tonight, i take you to my house to get popchyk, then i take you and new girl home.", he tells theo. "ah fuck i thought you had at least another week without him.", theo says in a tone that sounded disappointed. "is okay, he comes home early this time but will leave again soon probably.", boris says almost likes he's trying to reassure theo. i don't understand what the big is about his dad coming home, i mean seriously is his dad really that bad? i guess i can imagine a drunk who screams, hell my mother has been that type of drunk before, but it's definitely nothing boris can't handle. if i can handle a screaming drunken parent, im sure boris will be just fine. we pull into boris's driveway and theo crawls across his lap and hops out of the drivers side door. he runs in the house, leaving boris and me alone. "good save, eh?", he says turning around to look at me. "yes very good story about how i punched a girl to get a bag of books back.", i say lifting my eyebrows and smiling. he smiles a crooked smile and places a hand on my leg squeezing it, before removing it quickly when we hear boris's front door open and close again. theo runs back to the car and yells through the window, "i'm gonna walk back! popchyk probably needs to take a shit!", he tells us before leaving the driveway and walking towards the curve that leads to more houses in our neighborhood. boris looks at me, and leans into the back seat to kiss me, which i swerve, "nuhuh, not so fast.", i wave my finger at him, "you've already gotten plenty of kisses today, and correct me if i'm wrong, but i seem to recall this being deal in which we explore eachothers minds before we explore anymore of eachothers lips.", i say with a cocky smile. he smiles back at me, "can you blame me for trying?", he says raising his eyebrows. i laugh and hop out of the car, and walk to his now rolled down window to give him a peck on the cheek. "talk to you later pavlikovsky!", i say turning around and walking to my door, almost sure i butchered his last name. i smile as i walked into my house, with a warm and unfamiliar feeling in my heart.

end of part seven, part eight out soon.