Falling For The Devil (ON HOLD)

Chapter 9

*Lilliana's POV*
(I know I should have done POV's before, but I'm doing it now oops)

"Ma, I'm fine. We're ok. Please stop yelling at me."

"YOU TOOK THE CAR WITHOUT ASKING. YOU SKIPPED SCHOOL. YOU GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT. AND YOU THINK I'M GOING TO NOT YELL OR BE UPSET?!?!"

And that was when I decided to hang up on my mom. I would get an ass whooping later, but hey, it would be worth it.

Matt and Becca had walked in as I was having the conversation with my mom.

"You do know that you seriously fucked up, right? You ended the call on an angry mother. You are fucked my friend," said Matt.

"Thanks for the information, ass wipe," I said, annoyed.

Becca's mom then said, "There is no cursing allowed in this house. Well only if you stub your toe or fall down the stairs. But that's beside the point. Lilliana, I should drop you off home."

"Anywhere but there, Mrs. Wood, anywhere," I begged.

She didn't answer me, sadly. She picked up her car keys, and pointed to the door. Anddd I wanted to die right then.

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*Rebecca's POV*

"Bitch, you are screwed. Good luck best friend," I said as Lilliana walked out the door with my mom.

My mom glared at me and said, "You two better behave while I'm gone or you'll get an ass whooping, worse than Lilliana's mom will give her."

My eyes widened, and so did Matt's. My mom slowly started to close the door, peeking in and out making sure we weren't doing anything.

"Let's watch a movie babe," I said, grabbing the basket of CD's next to the tv. I sat down, and started to search through the CD's, trying to find something decent that we would both like.

"Or...we could do this." He sat down next to me on the couch, and put his hand on my neck. We started to kiss each other roughly, both craving each other so much. I soon realized my shirt was on the floor, and so was his. He was about to take off my bra, until we heard the car engine shut off, and keys jingling.

"Fuck fuck fuck." I started to breathe heavily when I couldn't find my shirt. I bolted upstairs, and I left Matt on the couch, letting him fend for himself.

My mom said, confused, "Um...where's Rebecca?"

"She went upstairs to change her shirt. I think something was spilled on it."

"I know that's a complete lie. And I'm sure you feel weird since I walked in so I'm going to leave it alone. Until later."

I overheard the conversation, and I felt like there was a frog stuck in my throat. I walked down the stairs and straight into the kitchen.

"Matthew," my mom said, "I think you should just go home. You'll see her tomorrow at school."

"Um, yea. Alright. Bye Mrs. Wood. Bye Rebecca," Matt replied.

"Bye, love you. See you tomorrow."

Matt walked out of the door, and my mom stared at me. I knew I was in deep shit. Fuck.