Just Us

(2) Hottie ala French

I bid goodbye to Tevan after he gave me his number. I know it's pretty sketchy but he's hot! I gathered my things and half-ran, half-skipped my way outside. I almost threw my stuff at the backseat of my black sedan and jumped to the driver's seat. In no time, I was crusading the lone road below the glittering bed of stars.

It only took me 20 minutes to arrive home and I looked at the time on my dash which read, "9:20 pm." I could still feel the racing of my heart even after my mom ended the call. What kind of emergency is this? Did someone get hurt? Oh, gods. I parked my car inside the open garage and turned off the engine.

I picked up my things and went inside my one-story abode. Our home was a quaint structure, painted with the colours of sky blue and white, giving it a refreshing feeling. Even though it only has one floor, it housed three bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. It also has a small study room that stored most of my and my little sister's books.

As I opened the door from the garage, I had a clear view of the people in the living room. There were four guys sitting on the couches while my mom and my sister were sitting on the other. I was familiar with two of the guys since I always saw them at church, but the other two were complete strangers to me. They must have heard the creaking of the old door since all of them turned their heads on me.

"Good evening," I greeted with a wave of my hand and excused myself to my room to drop off all of my stuff.

I did not change my clothes yet, seeing as I did not want for the visitors to wait. I went back to where they were and stood beside my sister. I grinned as I made eye contact with two of the guys: one was my cousin and the other was a family friend.

"Vin!" my cousin, Martin, said. "Long time no see!"

"Yeah, boy. Didn't see you for, like, a week. So, what's up?" I asked as my mom was talking to Jay, our family friend. My sister was quiet as usual since she was a bit awkward with socializing.

Martin snorted. "Tell me about it." We laughed. My eyes swept over the two strangers. The shorter guy, with dark skin and flabby arms, was busy with his smartphone; lost in the virtual reality. On the other hand, as my gaze went to the other guy, which was definitely taller than the first, my breath hitched.

He was wearing a simple white polo, black pants, and leather shoes. His hair was short and styled in a bit of a quiff and he was smiling shyly at me beneath his glasses. His hands were folded on his lap as he was sitting with a perfect posture that I could not help but raise a brow. He was simply oozing with sophistication and elegance, something surprising since he was with Martin and Jay. You wouldn't want to know, trust me.

Martin might have noticed since he cleared his throat, stopping mom and Jay's conversation. The short guy finally looked up from his phone and actually had the decency to text whilst keeping his gaze on us.

"Oh! This is Dani and Greg. They're new in the neighbourhood so we decided to bring them here since, ya know," Martin said.

For those of you who are confused, our household was known to be the friendly neighbour you can always count on. Literally. One of the reasons why Jay was close to the family since he had the audacity to knock on our door at midnight just to eat. Martin was also the same to some extent but since he was really family, it did not matter. My mom was the kind of person who got along with everyone and treated people as if they were her own child.

If you were wondering, there was an all-boys school near our home that was managed by the church near us too. It was quite the private and privileged art school since boys from far away lands travel just to get in. Most students were living by themselves on the nearby apartments or dorms or even but their own house for the sake of it.