The Wild Ones

Don't go giving your heart away too fast

The next Friday, I walked to his house to see him. You know, just to be in his presence and him be in mine. Before I rang the doorbell, I heard loud music. It sounded like Chris Brown. I rang the door bell twice and waited for him to come to the door. The music shut off, and I heard a few items fall before he answered. He opened to door, shirtless and sweating. "Hey Portilla, what are you doing here at 7 pm?" he asked leaning in the doorway, "Because I wanted to see you, I can't do that?" I asked, opening the door and walking in. This was my first time, ever being inside his house. It was amazing. "You can go up to my room, I'll be up there in a little bit or you can watch me workout" he suggested. "I'll watch" He closed and locked the door. "It's the last room down the hallway" I looked around, "Which one?" This dude's house was so huge. "This one right here" I went down to the workout room and sat on the sofa by the window. He came in and tied his fro into a full pony tail. He went straight for the punching bag. I stretched out on the sofa and watched him. Sweat was dripping from his chin and sliding off his arms. Jacob wasn't a buff boy, but he had muscle, I give him that. He kept looking at me between punches. "Like the view, Portilla?" He joked. "Yup, I like it a lot" He stopped, and held the punching bag in place. "Don't get me started, Portilla" Still on the couch, I sat up on my knees "What am I doing or even saying?" He got in the position to do Push-ups. "Just know that I like what I see" I got up and lied down in front of him and cupped my hands under my chin, using my elbows for support. My eyes followed him as he pushed up and down. He pushed up and held it there, staring back into my eyes. "I bet you can't do one hand push ups" I challenged him. He nodded his head and put one hand behind his back. I sat Indian style to get a better view. Looking me dead in the eyes, he pushed up and down in a slow pace. "I can't do what, now?" He smirked, still going. He started too speed up. More sweat dripped from nearly all parts of the upper half of his body. I stopped bothering him and went to lie down on the couch and watch him. 

I fell asleep while he was working out and ended up in his bed, under the sheets, lying on his chest. He was on his back with one arm holding me and the other arm and the other flipping channels. Damn, even his room was huge. It had a wall blocking something, I guess it's for Privacy and a sofa across from it. Behind all of that was a huge window with doors that you slide open.

I put one of my legs on him and moved my arm across his chest, hugging him. "Had a nice nap, Portilla?" he asked, flipping more channels, "Mhm, what time is it?" 

He checked his phone, "It's 9:15, and your mom called twice. I answered the second one" I shot up "WHY DID YOU ANSWER IT?!" He started to laugh, "Chill, I told her I dropped you off by Christian's house to sleep over" I crossed over him and put on my bear paw slippers, "You know she's going to  call her right?" He got up and pulled me back down in the bed "I know, that's why I used your phone and told Christian to lie for us and she told her mom the same thing. They said it was no problem since you left half of your clothes are over at her house anyway" I started to calm down. "What about your mom?" His eyes wondered around his room like only lord knows where she is. "Oh, she gets off of work around 10, she won't mind. I told her about you last Sunday. She likes you already and she hasn't even seen you yet" He pushed his sheets over and threw me down next to him. "Now, shut up, stop thinking so fucking much and calm the fuck down. I got you" He turned off his lamp, kissed my forehead and threw the sheets over our heads. "Goodnight Portilla" 

The next morning around 7, I woke up to Jacob's arms being wrapped tight around me. My arms were squished between our chests. I managed to break one arm free and wrap it around him. I knew as long as he was doing this, I wasn't going anywhere so I just went back to sleep. It was too early anyway.

A couple hours later, his mom came in and saw us sound asleep. She tapped Jacob to let me go and wake me up. He let go a little and bit my cheek to wake me up. "Morning Portilla". I looked around and saw his mom, looking at us smiling. "So you're the pretty girl, he always talks about. He was non stop, since his 1st day at Crowning High" I blushed "Ella realmente lindo, hijo" she said on her way out, "Gracias" I said. She came back in and smiled, "You speak Spanish?" Jacob laughed, "She's half Mexican, her last name is Portilla"