Taboo

10

"Enrique stop that!" I reprimanded for about the tenth time.

Enrique had managed to get his fingers lodged in my hair once again. His attempt to remove them resulted in a sharp twinge of pain and string of expletives on Enrique's part.

"Shit, I'm sorry." The combination of his big deep brown eyes and adorable apologetic gaze made it difficult for me to stay mad at him.

I carefully untangled his fingers from my hair.

"Stop playing, I'm trying to help you."

"But I can't concentrate." He whined, poking out his lower lip.

"You've got to find a way to concentrate Enrique."

"But I don't wanna." He huffed, crossing his arms at his chest.

"Oh stop acting like a baby." I scolded. "If you wanna pass calculus you've gotta study."

"I don't like it when you're all serious and shit."

"One day you'll realise that nobody get through life by being a clown."

"Yeah, but with that that my striking good looks, I'm ready to go."

I sighed, knowing that I obviously wasn't getting through to him.

"I'm hungry." He, out of the blue, quipped.

"Really?" I asked incredulously. "But you just ate an large bag of chips."

"Well I am large guy." He replied, followed by an exaggerated wiggle of the eyebrows in hopes that I would catch his innuendo.

I masked the small smile that threatened to show itself with a blank stare. "You look stupid. Let's go get you something to eat."

"Great!" He exclaimed.

"It's weird how excited you're getting over food."

"Aw, is Dee Dee jealous? It's nothing personal. Food is just too great." Enrique expressed as we made our way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

As soon as we got to the kitchen, Enrique immediately began scouring the cabinets.

"Help yourself to the whole kitchen why don't you."

He attempted to speak but his words were unintelligible due to the handful of buttered popcorn he had shoved in his mouth.

"You're such a pig." I remarked in mock disgust.

"Y'know Dee Dee," He began in a matter-of-factly tone. "You can be a bit of a bitch sometimes but you're hot so that makes up for it."

"Aw, I'm touched." I sarcastically gushed.

A devious smirk appeared on his face. "You ain't touched yet."

"I'm done with you." I shook my head and let out a defeated sigh.

I jumped when the sound of the doorbell resonated through the kitchen.

"Davina! Get the door please." My mom yelled from the living room.

Enrique was still scoffing down popcorn so I let him be and went to answer whoever was at the door.

When I opened the door, I was met by a pair of broad shoulders. I looked up and was caught off guard by the unwavering gaze of dark grey eyes. I studied his face. I hadn't seen or heard from him in about two weeks. He either hadn't turned up to school or went out of his way to avoid me, but everything was as I had remembered it. His dark, borderline black, hair, the intensity of his stare underneath those thick long lashes, the little hoop that graced the right side of his nose.