The Marine's Angel~

Chapter 24:

Ok, so quick warning. There's an explicit scene in here. When I write "off", you can  stop reading and skip that part if you don't like erotica. You been warned.

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"Whatcha doing?" Missy peeked up from behind the screen of my hp Elitebook.

"Research."

"On?"

"BMT."

"What's BMT?" she inquired, taking a seat besides me on the messy bed.

I closed my laptop and turned towards her.

"It's Basic Military Training. I guess it's like Air Force bootcamp. They also have college as a choice."

"Is that what Damon is going to be doing?"

I shrugged. "Dunno. Don't care."

She nudged me before grabbing the pudding from my side table and opening it.

"You so do. Shut up."

"You shut up and give me my pudding back!" I cried, reaching out for the cup of chocolate pudding.

"Nooo. Get your own." She got up and out of arm's reach.

"It is mine! I don't share my pudding."

"Mhmm, not even with Damon?" She closed her eyes and licked the pudding from inside the cup.

I cringed at her actions. "Stop bringing him up!"

"You want to get over him, right?"

"No."

"Well, in any case, to be able to get over someone, you should be able to talk about them without getting butt-hurt." She started scooping out the pudding with her fingers.

"Jesus fucking Christ, use a spoon, you pig."

"Don't spoil God's name, you sinner!"

"Says the girl who thought farting in Church was funny." I said smugly, laughing at the memory of that.

She scooped up some more pudding and handed the near empty cup to me. "I was 7, fyi, and it was funny! Your mom was giving me nasty looks." She laughed.

I took the cup looked into the saliva covered pudding. "Babe, I love you, but I'm not eating this." I handed it back to her.

She shrugged her shoulders and took it back. "More for me." She smacked her lips. "By the way, I been meaning to ask you..."

"Yes?" I asked opening the lid of my laptop again.

"Mitch was asking about you?"

"Who the fuck is Mitch?" I looked up at her.

"Tall, brooding, stupid assface."

"Oh, him. Why didn't you just his common name? What's he want?" I continued typing.

"Hold on." I stared at her hopelessly as she cleaned the pudding cup like it was her first and last meal.

"Jesus, Missy, do your parents not feed you?"

"Mmph. No interruptions."

I held up my hands in surrender and let her ravage on the innocent cup.

"He wants to ask you out." She said after a while.

"Ew." I crinkled my eyebrows.

"No "ew". Go out with him. For fun."