June 16th,
// Camrin
"You fucking snake!"
"Chill it was just a corner, calm the fuck down,"
"Just a corner? No nigga! It was a whole fucking half!"
"I'll make you another one,"
"Nigga! I don't want another one! I want mine!"
"Chill, it was just a sandwich, I'll make you another one."
I stared at Thebe, dumbfounded, as he continued to snack heavily on my sandwich. The grin that rimmed his lips as he bit his teeth into the sandwich, leaving devilish bite marks in the print of the bread. He might as well having been biting at my heart. He looked up at me and smirked,
"You want it back?" He asked, tilting the sandwich in my direction.
I rolled my eyes, and turned on my heels stomping angrily into the living room. I walked over to the couch and plopped down, stomach first. I grabbed my phone (which was on a pillow) and began playing Subway Surfers.
It had been a dull day. Paige 一nor Travis were at school. Just me, Thebe, Devon, Tyler and .. Salem. Every class I had today was a free period of some sort. I would collect my work from the class, and finished it in Study Hall (since I am a Senior I didn't have a much work, because most of my classes were electives). The highlight of this Friday was having mini corn dogs for lunch.
The almost creaking sound of my door opening ringed in my ears. I didn't bother looking up because I knew it was Neruda. Ulani and Ma are out, shopping and whatnot.
Just as I was about to grab the jet pack and fly my way into a assload of coins .. Neruda drops his skinny, surprisingly heavy body onto mine. Causing me to get ran over by a train. I screamed.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME, NERUDA!"
"First off -" he laughed, "stop calling me that shit, it's definitely not my name,"
"I DONT GIVE A FUCK! GET OFF ME!"
He laughed, again. "Stop yelling,"
"GET OFF - " I paused quickly, realizing who I was dealing with, an very stubborn, stupid Neruda. "Please get off of me, Thebe." I said, emphasizing his name.
"See, what that so hard?" He asked, rolling over of my back.
I sat up quickly, and punched the shit out of him. "You make me so fucking sick,"
He smiled, "you love me though,"
I rolled my eyes, "don't,"
"You frontin', but it's cool cause I love you,"
I looked up at him. Watching his eyes shifted from the floor, to around my room. He glared all around, glancing at every inch. Taking in every practical detail that was my bedroom. He then looked at me, he seemed taken back, because I was staring at him. Soon his jaw un-tensed, as his eyes sunk into mine, trying to read the unreadable face I was making towards him. I didn't want him to read me.
I wanted to read him.
I wanted to know why he said he loved me (aside from it being the truth). I wanted to know why he just easily laid his emotions on the table for me. I wanted to know why it was so easy for him to say he loved someone, without knowing them. How was it easy to love with regretting? I watched him, Thebe. His face contemplated, frustratingly. He soon realized that he wouldn't be able to read me, he wouldn't be able to see me through my eyes. The air in the room became humid, annoying humid. I averted my stare from his eyes to his shoulders, they perked broadly, soon relaxing as he noticed that I was drawn to them.
His body language meant a lot.
Once he had realized someone had an target attraction to something on his body, he would shift around, avoiding the attention that said body part was gaining. It was common for people who grew nervous admittedly. He had must've been nervous when he caught me staring at him, so he mimicked my blurred expression to move my appeal from his eyes. It didn't work thought, because I already knew what he was doing.
I continued to trail my stares down his arms, reaching his wrist and hands. He was fiddling with the gold watch on his wrist. Twisting it about, moving it so much that I couldn't even tell if it was a Rolex or not (though I knew it wasn't, Neruda isn't a Rolex type of guy).
When watching him fiddle with his watch got boring, so I trailed back to his eyes, watching as he peeped down. I followed his gazed and realized he was staring at my shoes (or the ground). He was definitely nervous, his contact with me broke as soon as I broke mine with him. I parted my lips to speak, but had admittedly forget the words when Thebe pressed his lips hard against mine. The gesture was rushed, and not timely at all. I could see if we were both speaking nonsense at each other, and the only way to break the confusion was a hard lustful kiss, but that wasn't the case. The room had been silent for at least 55 minutes or so. Maybe his confusion turned into lust?
Though, it was the wrong timing, the kiss was blissful.
It felt as if it was a rebirth. His lips were warm to the touch, and surprisingly didn't overlap mine at all. For a moment I though we were just sitting lips to lips, until he moved his against mine. An unexpected clutter of butterfly erupted in my stomach, circling around in my chest, floating up my throat and finally passing my lips as a moan. Soon a warm tingling, feeling buzzed at my thigh. Thinking it was just another arousal, I left it alone. But it started again, and following it a 'zzz' noise.
My phone, my motherfucking phone.
I gently pressed my hand towards Thebe's chest, pushing him off of me, as nice as I could without allowing him to think I was abandoning the kiss we were sharing willingly. I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket staring down at it, one miss call from Paige and countless messages from her and Travis, but I only read the first few:
Paigeeee❤️ - TYLER'S IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!!
Paigeeee❤️ - Camrin! Oh my God! Tyler's in the hospital! Where are you and Neruda?! Answer you're fucking phone!
Travie🙊 - Carmin, are you and Thebe fucking?
Travie🙊 - Where are you guys?
Travie🙊 - T's in the hospital..
"Oh my God," I whispered.
Thebe narrowed at brow at me, "what?"
"Tyler's in the hospital.."
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A/N: So I've started school again (Junior year turn the fuck up one more year bitties!), and as far as updates there will be plenty. This muthafucker only has four classes! Plus this muthafucker's school doesn't assign homework like traditional. ☺️ Also heavily lowkey working on book three, also the final book of this Cherry Bomb Series. The book title will be revealed later on, this book has about ten or so chapters left (they're all pre-written, but are not edited), so once I end this, I'll have the final book out for you guys 😊 (oh and I'm also working on an Earl Sweatshirt story, as you can tell I've slightly grown an obsession for him).
P.S: I felt as this chapter was so narrative, lol. And I feel bad for putting my nigga T in the hospital lmao, but I like drama soooo..
