Enter the hot-headed, food-loving, book-reading Natasha with her height of 5'1, I know that's short right? Then add her flirtatious adoptive brother making her all confused, a big secret she's keeping from her best friends, Miracle and Claire, Donte...
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I was waiting downstairs when I heard Natasha's ringtone on the coffee table. "Lit Like Bic" by Rae Sremmurd rang throughout the house. "Remove her underwear..make love!" Natasha sang from upstairs as I chuckled and answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said curiously. "Wassup Najee." the bastard who cheated on my baby sister said.
"Why the fuck are you calling my sister's phone?!" I said angrily.
"I just wanted to say-" he started, but I cut him off. "You know what? I don't even care anymore just never call this number again or I will personally kick your ass." I said calmly, then hung up.
Natasha came downstairs a few minutes later, practically skipping down. "Took you long enough." I said, looking at her outfit. She huffed, "It doesn't matter cause I look good." she said posing.
"Keep telling yourself that." I said, smirking at her then walking away towards the door hoping she didn't hear me. "Naj!!" She shouted angrily and stomped her way over to me. I around then she jumped on me, "What the hell?!" I said, looking up at her.
"Tell me I look good then I'll get off of you." she stubbornly says, while straddling me. I smirk, "And if I don't?" I say, kind of liking her on top of me. Natasha just lays on my chest, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"I change my mind, just carry me to the car please." she says with a lazy smile on her face. I smile at her position, "So fucking adorable.." I whisper, while standing up with her on me and walking towards the door.
"Princess, could you grab your backpack for me?"I say, hoping she'd ignore the fact that I called her that. "Ugh okay, but only because I like when you call me princess." she says, then grabs her bag and lays back on my chest.
I open the door and walk to the passenger side of my car, "Na, you're gonna have to let go of me." I say in her ear. She groans and looks at me, "Ugh but you are so comfortable though!" she whines, but gets off me anyway and into the car with her bag.
"Something was poking my butt anyway." she says while pouting.
My eyes widen and I look down at my pants, Oh shit! How'd that happen, I think to myself as Natasha gives me a confused look. "U-Um I don't know what you're talking about." I stuttered nervously, walking to the driver side of my car and driving towards the school.
"Then what's this?" she asks, but before I could ask her what she means, I suddenly feel her small hand on my boner. " C-Could you maybe not grab that??" I say, trying not to groan out loud. I swear she can be so innocent sometimes, I think to myself.
Suddenly, she gasps out of nowhere and moves her hand from my pants. "It's so big...." I hear her faintly whisper to herself, while biting her lip. I smirk, "What was that?" I say, pretending not to hear her the first time.
"N-Nothing..." she mumbles looking down the floor. "Sure." I say, chuckling under my breath.
We arrive at school after a few minutes of awkward silence and sexual tension coming from me mostly.
" Bye Naj..." Natasha says and quickly opens the car door and practically runs to the school doors. "See you later I guess.." I say to myself.
I open my mouth to comprehend what had happened a few minutes ago, but just shook my head. I grab my backpack while adjusting my pants, special thanks to Natasha, and put my phone in my back pocket, "Najee, what's good?" Courage asked smiling as usual.
I started walking towards the school and going through the doors, "Nothing bruh just trying to get out this hellhole." I said, opening my locker and getting out the books I need. "Same, I am tired of this shit. Can I just drop out and be a stripper?" he asked me.
I look at him with both eyebrows raised and laughed, "Dude, this is our last year here calm down and get through it." I said while looking around and spotting Gordo walking over to us. "Hey Najee, we got matching Nike's right?" he said, laughing slightly. I looked down at our shoes and noticed that we do have the same shoes on.
"Oh damn, that's weird." I said laughing with him. I start walking towards Ms.Whitfield's class, not waiting for Courage who was still talking to him.
Once I got to english and sat down in the back of the class, the bell had rung. Ms.Whitfield came in a few minutes later with a stack of test papers in her hands. "Why the hell are we having a quiz on a Monday?!" I mentally yelled at her.
"Ok class, we will be having a pop quiz on what we learned last week." Ms.Whitfield said.
"Aye, Ms. Whit!" Courage basically yelled to our teacher frowning. She rolled her eyes, already annoyed by his nickname for her. "Talk to me after the pop quiz Mr.Thompson." she said, proceeding to pass out the quizzes row by row until she came to us. Courage winces slightly at the words pop quiz.
"Hmm about that...I am extremely allergic to anything related to school, such as pop quizzes." he scratches the back of his neck, pretending to be embarrassed.
You know those rare times where you're in class and someone says something that makes no sense what so ever yet the whole class go completely silent?
Yeah well that was one of times. I looked at Courage like he had grown a second head. Ms.Whitefield glared at him for interrupting with his immaturity.
"There is no such allergy Mr. Thompson, now please if everyone would start on their quizzes." she begins walking back to her desk.
Our classmates started on their tests, snickering and giggling before she shushed them. Courage grinned at me, thinking of some stupid ass plan that'll probably get us both sent to detention.
I nodded, letting him know that I was on board with whatever he was going to do. He went to pick up his pen, but suddenly he purposely flipped his chair and started fake coughing and gagging.
"H-help me!" he shouts, as if he's in pain and I struggle to hide my smile. "Courage!" I yell out dramatically, falling out of the chair next to him.
The whole class gasps in surprise at Courage and I on the ground. Ms.Whitefield scoffs and walks over to us, "Both of y'all get up and start on your quizzes!" she says angrily.
"Can't you see he's having an allergic reaction to the pop quiz?!" I said, slightly tearing up.
Courage continues with the act, every so often he would convulse. "If you and him do not get up this instant, I will no choice but to give you two detention." she says, not bothering to look at Courage.
"Fine, we'll go to detention then." I say and grab Courage's arms, putting them on my shoulder. I grab our stuff and slowly leave the class while closing the door behind us. Courage bursts out laughing once the door is closed.
"Did you see her face?!" he says chuckling. I laughed, "Yeah, like she really didn't even care that you were about to die." I said grinning. "Let's go get lit in detention!" he says excitedly while smiling like an idiot. "Hell yeah!" I say laughing.
