Escaping Virginia

Chapter 9

"Hey, Mex!" said Jeikeh, grinning at her as he opened the door, standing coyly outside his house. He waved. Mexico noticed he had a bit of peanut butter on his hand, but didn't really think much of it, she was far too nervous. Jeikeh gave her a quick hug and then opened the door widely.

"Hi!" Mexico giggled, blushing. She was wearing so much makeup she wouldn't be surprised if her face cracked, but had decided to keep her look "natural" as she'd heard that that's what boys liked.

She allowed herself to be ushered inside, where she took off her coat to reveal a flirty pink skirt and a white top. She had practised her sexy eyes in the mirror for a good forty minutes previously and was thus fairly confident in her seducing ability. She couldn't wait to rip all of Jeikeh's clothes off, and then-

"Hey, Mecsica!" called a cheery voice, ripping Mexico out of her dirty daydreams. It was Jeikeh's mom, a short, skinny woman in her 40s. She waved at her from the kitchen, where she was busily preparing something that smelled of chicken. "I'm Jeikeh's mom, Djozmeen!" (she pronounced it Jasmine, but Mexico knew that Jeikeh's family tradition of having oddly spelled names hadn't begun with him).

"Hi" Mexico answered, not having the heart to tell Djozmeen that her name was Mexico. Besides, she was still caught a little off guard because of what she had been interrupted in thinking about.

"Jeikeh's told me so much about you!" His mom gushed, coming out of the kitchen with a twirl of her serving spoon. "My god, you're just adorable!"

At this, she pinched Mexico's cheek. Mexico smelled lemon and thyme and smiled awkwardly, just hoping that her makeup was still flawless.

"Jeikeh, dad's gonna be home soon." Djozmeen informed her son, turning abruptly from Mexico towards him.

"Ok mom, we're not gonna be here anyway!" Jeikeh grinned. "We're going to a restaurant!"

He said this with the air of a four year old talking about being allowed to watch TV for the first time.

"Oh, of course honey! I forgot! Oh how adorable, you two! Don't do naughty things!" gushed the proud momma. Then she pinched Mexico's cheek again, leaving her as startled as Trump was when he found out he couldn't fuck his own daughter.

Mexico was slightly disappointed when she realised that they would be in a public place in which PDA was generally not accepted. However, she contented herself with the knowledge that she could spend the evening playing hard to get, so much that Jeikeh would have to at least kiss her afterwards.

She waited, looking on in adoration as Jeikeh tied his shoelaces and put on his coat. Then, shouting a hasty goodbye to his mother, he closed the door behind him. He turned to Mexico with a wide grin. "Let's go!"

Mexico's heart was pounding like the hooves of a startled animal as she got into Jeikeh's Ford Fiesta. "Paid for this baby myself," he'd announced proudly, and she had nodded, impressed.

"So how long ago did you get your license?" asked Mexico in a nervous attempt to make small talk as they pulled out of the driveway.

Jeikeh looked at her, confused. "License?" he asked, wrinkling his forehead.

There was an awkward silence. Mexico gripped the edge of her seat so hard her knuckles turned white. "Never mind." she breathed.

Jeikeh shook his head in a perplexed manner. "Anyway." he said. "The car made it so much easier to pick up chicks!"

Mexico frowned. She had known he was a fuckboy, but until now hadn't been sure to what extent. She felt a surge of jealousy, hating all the "chicks" that had ever had the misfortune to be "picked up" by Jeikeh. It was only when her fists started clenching and she started having disturbing thoughts involving homicide did she realise that she was overreacting a little.