Red Velvet

Black Lace (Ch. 1)

"Luna Mae Caverly!" I heard a voice call from downstairs. My eyes fluttered open. It took a minute for my eyes to stabilize but after a few seconds I jumped from my bed and looked at the clock. 7:00 am. Oh shit. Late... Again.

"I'm up! I'm up mom!" I yelled. I ran to the bathroom and splashed water on to my face, patted my face dry, and walked to my room again. I stripped of my extra large t-shirt and underwear. (The type of underwear a 6 year old would wear.) I pulled on my black lace panties and matching bra. I always feel more confident when I wear black lace. When I was sliding on my skin tight cheetah print leggings the door burst open. Quickly I pulled the leggings over my bottom and covered my chest as if I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Mom!" I giggled. "I thought you were Terrance." She walked to my bed to sit down and laughed.

Terrance is my mothers boyfriend. He's cool a bit boring though. You'd figure he'd be kind of boring with his high class, lawyer job. I don't understand half of the the things he says. His vocabulary is wide ranged. Mine?.... Not so much

"Luna! Why are you wearing lace?" She smirked. "Someone special?!"

I smiled kind of speechless.

"Nope. Well kinda. But I've nev-" my mom stopped me.

"Details ,Luna, Details!" She interrupted.

"Mom. I've never really had the chance to talk to him! You know how shy I am." I squeaked.

"Well, stop being so shy & talk to him!" She said smiling from ear to ear.

I could always tell my mom anything. If I was drinking, kissing boys, dating boys, having sex with boys and anything else and she would always give me tips and advice. She's my best friend and my secret keeper. Like one time at a really big party everyone was getting drunk some people were even going to the bedrooms. I had a little to much to drink... Or way to much. Loads of beer, Jaeger shots, and Mikes Hard Lemonade. (Which wasn't such a great call. I had no idea about the "Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. Beer before liquor, will make you sicker" saying. Without my knowledge of this saying I was left throwing up for hours.) I couldn't really drive home so I called my mom. She picked me up. She was a bit upset but not enough to ground me or anything. She was just happy that I called her. (And threw up in her car)

" I'll bring you a bit late today." My mother said with a wink. I pulled a black off the shoulder top over my head to match my tight cheetah print leggings and put my Steve Madden combat boots on while talking to my mother.

People always describe me as the perfect girl although I don't think so. I've got straight dark brown hair that reaches my behind, blue green eyes, D cup breasts, a quite large bottom, and an olive skin tone with no acne.

But there's one thing that stands out from all the rest. My shyness. I have a really tough time speaking to anyone but my mother and my best friend, Harmony. There's one person that I'm the most shy around. Tate. Tate Halcomb.

He's so perfect. His brown, slightly curly hair always flawless, his gorgeous aquamarine eyes, and beautiful pink plump lips. He's definitely muscular and strong due to the fact that he's a foot ball player. Every girl was always trying to flirt with him but he pushes them away. He hasn't had a steady relationship since freshman year. But it's senior year now. I mean he occasionally looks at me and smiles but that's it. I know nothing will happen between us because he's to good for any one in our school.

But you know... I can always try.