The Rules Of Redemption

CHAPTER #17: You are fucking perfection!

"The pizzas have arrived mother fuckers!" Tom calls, walking into the lounge room where Miles, Sam and I are sat, watching Superbad.

Most accurate movie based on high school teens trying to get laid ever. Plus it's funny as fuck and I've only seen it a few hundred times.

I jump up from my seat on the lounge to grab my extra large cheese and bacon pizza from Tom.

The three of them stare at me as I place it down on the table as far away from them as possible and rush off to the bathroom. Before I exit though I turn and send them a warning glare.

"If any of you so much as look in the general direction of my pizza I'll shove the cardboard box so far up your asses you'll turn into sponge bob squared pants." I threaten and all three of 'em raise their hands in surrender.

Looking in the mirror above the bathroom sink, I smile at my reflection staring back at me.

Today's the first time in a long time that I genuinly feel happy, comfortable and...safe. Oh and let's not forget, I have pizza waiting for me. Pizza always makes things a thousand times better.

Drying my hands, I unlock the door and make my way back into the lounge room.

I walk in to find Tom has taken my spot between Miles and Sam on the lounge and since it's only a three seater couch there's no room left for another person to sit.

Miles realises this and taps his lap invitingly. I smile at him, grabing my pizza and make my way over to sit comfortably in his lap. I'm only a few peices down when I realise I'm being watched intently by all three of the boys.

"What?" I ask with a mouthful of food.

Sam decides to reply for all three of them.

"It's just, there is no way you are gonna be able to finish that whole thing by yourself in one go. It's just not possible." He explains.

"Oh boys, you should never underestermate me and as a matter of fact I'm starving, so hungry that I could eat about five of these." I tell them, stuffing my face with another piece of pizza.

What a lady I am.

Twenty minutes later and I've not only finished mine, but half of Tom's pizza too that he couldn't finish and I'm finally full. Well I say I'm full, but if someone were to offer me another slice of pizza I'd probably accept it.

"Unbelievable, how do you manage to stay so...wow, when you always eat that much?" Miles asks me, completely lost.

"It's a secret and you shouldn't ever tell a seceret, that's how pathetic shows like Pretty Little Liars come along. So anyway, what movie are we gonna watch now?" I ask, changing the topic to something other than my extremely unhealthy dieting choices.

"What about the American Pie movies, I haven't seen them in a while." Miles tells us. I smile upon hearing this, he has a good taste in movies and for some odd unknown reason I see that as a huge turn on.

"I like the way you think." I inform him, cuddling closer into his warm, protective body.

I hum along to the opening song. Oh my bloody god I almost forgot how much I love this movie, I haven't seen it in so long!

We're about half way through the movie when a scene with a girl undressing comes on and all of a sudden Miles becomes quiet fidgety and I feel something poking into my lower back.

Oh who would have fucking guessed? What a little prick!

"Is there something wrong?" I ask him innocently, pretending I don't have any clue about what the little bastard's problem is.

"Yeah, yeah babe, I'm fine. But I'm pretty tired, you wanna come to bed with me now?"

Mhmmm, why don't you ask the bitch on the screen to get you off?

"Sure." I reply blankly and get up, hugging Tom and Sam goodnight and making my way upstairs. I'll come to bed with him but all we're doing is sleeping, there's no way in hell I'm finishing something that I didn't start.

Yeah, I think it's safe to say I'm pissed.

He shuts the door behind us and comes up to kiss me...uhm how about no? I think to myself and push him away. I walk into Tom's ensuit to wash my face before bed, closing and locking the door behind me.

Okay cut the shit Trinity, why are you being such a fucking drama queen all of a sudden?

Miles is driving me in-fucking-sane and I can't tell if I enjoy the feeling or not.

No matter what I'm doing, where I am or what time of the day it is, he's always on my mind and now I'm acting like a jealous little cow because he got a hard on from looking at a naked girl in a movie.

I finish scrubbing my face clean and pick up a towel off the rack to dry myself with.

I take a deep breath before turning the door knob and walking back into the bedroom. Miles is sitting on the bed waiting for me patiently.

I reach under my shirt and unclip my bra, sliding it off and throwing it to the side.
Oh my god, it always feels so amazing taking my bra off at the end of the day. I'm pretty sure my brain and body associates that feeling with relaxation and sleep.

I get into bed, sliding in under the covers.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks, lying down on his stomach beside me and wraping his arm around me.

"I don't know, why don't you ask the giant bulge in your pants." I say in a cold tone. Okay guys, I am trying to not act like a cow, but it's hard when english is your second language and your first language is bitch.

He let's out a light laugh. "Is that really what's wrong?" He asks in an amused tone.

I nod my head in response.

"Sweetheart, I'm a guy, a very simple guy that's very easy to seduce. Hell, I could probably be watching you take a piss and I'd probably get turned on.

But girls like the one in the movie, they're nothing for you to worry about.
Sure they're pretty, hot and goodlooking.

But you aren't pretty, you're beautiful and you're not hot, you're sexy as fuck and baby some might say you're good looking but to me you are fucking perfection! So please don't make a fuss out of this. We good aye?" He asks me after he ends his long ass explaination.

At this, a giant smile spreads it's self across my face.

"Awww you're such a cutie! I lov-" I quickly cut my self off before I say something that I know I'll definitely regret later.

I quickly try to think of something, anything to change the subject.

"How about I make it up to you for you know, spitting juice on you this morning and everything." I say with a smirk on my face, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

"Mmmm, whatever did you have in mind?" He asks, pretending to be clueless.

"Well, how about you let me show you?" I say, my smirk growing.

"I like that idea." He cups my face, pulling me fowards to encase my lips with his.

Time to make him forget the stupid bitch from the movie.

Huh, there may be a bit of jealousy in me still...just a tad.

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