Teenage Luna | ✔️

Chapter Nine

^Gif is of Rachael De Jong. Does anyone hate her as much as I do? Rachael, not Romee. Romee's so down-to-earth. 

Kristy wouldn't leave. We needed to discuss the road trip yet she wouldn't leave our sides. We were sitting on the almost-empty bleachers as she babbled about something to do with a Kardashian. 

Liv popped in a reply here and there because I think she knew what Kristy was talking about. Kristy cut herself off suddenly and muttered, "Shoot."

"What?" Jeremy's eyes flashed to hers immediately.

Kristy sighed and stood up, frantically throwing things into her handbag, "I forgot that my cousin was coming around for dinner. Got to go, I'm already late. See y'all tomorrow!"

She took off running and we were silent for a moment before Jeremy whistled, "Mm... that girl has one fine ass."

Kaycee hit him and gasped, "Admire girls for their inner selves, not their asses and busts."

"Oh, yeah?" Jeremy cocked an eyebrow, "So if I told you that you had pretty hair, you'd scold me?"

Kaycee frowned slightly and looked away. 

"You admit defeat," Jeremy grinned triumphantly. 

"Violet," Ezra interrupted their moment, "You said that someone on the inside could get us a ride?"

"Me," Kaycee gestured to herself, "Mum's car is for my use all weekend."

"Good," Ezra clapped his hands together, "Whilst that's happening... we need to convince Mrs Smith of this road trip."

"How do we do that?" Liv scoffed, "Convincing Mum to let us go off for a few days with girls and guys she's never met is like convincing Satan to be a Christian."

Jeremy, Aaron and Kaycee chuckled slightly at her analogy but Ezra kept a straight face. He seemed to be thinking it over but I knew no one would be able to come up with an idea.

I found myself watching Ezra but I couldn't look away. He was sitting on the bleachers beside me, hands behind us. He shifted forward and his leg pressed up against mine as he rested his elbows on his knees. A few locks of his brown hair fell into his face and I felt the urge to brush them away but I couldn't. 

He tensed as he looked up across the field where a few parents were hanging around, congratulating their kid on the game. My eyes trailed to his arms that had tensed with the movement, showing off his muscles.

I couldn't believe how wrong I had first been when I'd seen him. I knew he was tall but even sitting he seemed to tower over me now. His muscles were more prominent against his skin, his biceps bulging slightly with his tensed body. I could only imagine what was going on beneath his shirt... 

That was the thought that snapped me back to reality.

"Violet!" someone shouted and I jumped on the bleacher.

"What?" I asked, startled.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes with a slight grin, looking between me and his best friend before saying, "I've been calling your name for a while..."

"Y-you have?" I gulped. Way to be subtle, Vi...

"Ezra?" Kaycee snapped a finger in front of her cousin's face. 

Ezra straightened up and stretched his back muscles, zoning in.

"I got an idea," Kaycee grinned, "And it should work."

"What is it? Liv asked, an eyebrow cocked.

***

Kaycee's crazy. Actually, scratch that; she's mental.