vote and comment... I'm serious if you don't I'll pull my strap out.
anyway
continuation of Babysitter
enjoy sluts
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Y/n's POV
"So you're just not gonna tell us?" Myla deadpanned. "Tell you what?" I said, throwing down my pencil. "Hmm." She faked and pondered. "Maybe I don't know the new shiny Infiniti truck parked in your driveway?" Abel exclaimed. "Or the hickies on your neck?" Myla started pulling down the front of your crewneck.
"Or the red strands of hair peeking out of the pink ones?" He continued pulling the colored strands of my hair out of the hair clip, examining them. "Or the elephant in the room. You are literally having sex with not ONE, but TWO of the biggest mafia leaders in the world!" Myla squealed, throwing herself back onto my bed.
"In their bed." Abel finished, Myla snapped her fingers in agreement. "First of all you both know that a car is a literal piece of shit and during the storm it basically broke down." I argued. "So they gave me a placeholder until I can get a new one. And I got a rash." I said bashfully rubbing my neck.
They rolled their eyes and I moved on "Anyway I wanted to try something new and I didn't fuck them." I huffed turning my chair around. "Oh so you're just gonna lie." Abel snapped playfully. "Think about the shit she's gonna get for her birthday-" Myla started.
My phone buzzed in my lap catching my attention.
Emily Prentiss sent $5,000!
"Sorry. We forgot to pay you last week, don't try to send the money back either. Thanks again Y/n<3"
I smiled to myself at the message, a sweet memory coming to my head.
*flashback*
"Hey Y/n." Emily's voice caught my attention quickly. "Yes? I replied. "What does this mean? Is this a secret message? Distress signal ?" She said from over my shoulder, holding her phone out. "Oh no." I laughed, shaking my head. "That's a heart." I took her phone gently out of her hand, our fingers touching and tilted it. "You see it?" I asked, looking up at her. She hummed in agreement. "It's almost like saying thank you without saying it. It means a lot of things." I said taking in how close our faces were.
"So it could mean 'I love you to be safe'?" She whispered, staring into my eyes. I nodded. "That's what it is then."
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Abel snatching my phone out of my hand made me snap out of it. "Oh my god." Myla gasped. "So Y/n where are we going this weekend?" I rolled my eyes. "Y/n come on we won't judge you." Abel said softly. " Or look at you differently.
I picked up my phone and sent a thousand dollars to each of my parents before sighing. "Okay fine. Yes they fucked me and I might've liked it..." I trailed off. "But they probably were drunk or something. It doesn't mean a thing." Both of their faces fell in disappointment. "Y/n you're terrified of drunk people." Myla stated.
"If you would've smelt a hint of alcohol you would've gotten into that shit-mobile and driven home." Abel said honestly, patting my thigh. "We knew you had a thing for older women." Myla smiled. "Remember her tutor from junior year? Y/n was whipped." Abel laughed.
"Okay! She was really hot!" I argued while they laughed. "Can we continue studying instead of worrying about my intimate life? Thanks." I scoffed.
"No. Not until we get onion rings!" Abel shouted, throwing me my keys. "YAY!" Myla cheered running out of my room.
