You and snow had decided to wake up early to make sure you were looking extra good for your first meeting with the youth of Ibiza. First impressions are very important and you never know, they might all be like super models or something. You wouldn't want to be underdressed for the occasion. After making sure you looked flawless and had on the perfectly balanced outfit of hot but not slutty, you head down for a quick breakfast. When you say quick you really meant it because all that getting ready had made you 30 minutes late and you only had 5 minutes to eat. Deciding to take some on the road you pour yourself a pomegranate, raspberry, strawberry(very red) smoothie and hop in the car. Everything was going smoothly...until it wasn't. The car jolted forwards as you were rear ended by a local druggie. Jolted was an understatement as your smoothie splashed all over yourself during the miniature earthquake of a collision. Thankfully no one was hurt but your white cutoff shorts happened to have the very very red smoothie strategically spilled right on your crotch. "No no no no nooo" whining you look around for anything to wipe it up with. Nothing. Abso-fucking-loutly nothing in this car could be useful for cleaning up the spill. You were left sitting in the red goo with it soaking into your shorts, ensuring the stain. "How does this shit happen to me?" This whole morning of getting ready was wasted because now you look like a bloody mess. Literally...
About 15 minutes later you arrive at the youth center and make a bee line to the bathroom. "Pls let no one see me pls let no one see me" you chant over and over in your head. In your hurry you run straight into the back of someone exiting the unisex bathroom. "Fuck me" rolling your eyes you let out a breath before looking up at the stranger.
"Don't mind if I do" the tan..muscle-ly...god like...
"Hello? Are you listening?" the boy questioned "uh- yea yea sorry. Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I wasn't talking to you... I'm just having a rough day" you let out a laugh at the awkward situation.
"Yea I could tell" he chuckles
Raising your eyebrows you question what he means
" um you've uh...got something there" he says motioning to your crotch with his eyes before smirking.
"Oh my god it's not what it looks like!" Your face turns as red as your pants. Hiding your blush with your hands you motion that your gonna go, desperate to get out of the situation as soon as possible. "Haha alright well I'll see you around ..."
He trails of clearly asking for your name
"Judy"
"Judy" he repeats, looking you up and down. "Well Ill see you around Judy" he excuses himself with a quick nod.
"Holy shit." You whisper letting yourself into the bathroom. Shimmying out of your shorts and tossing them in the sink, you begin washing. "That was one fine looking man" you joke to yourself trying to forget the fact that he saw you like that and the obvious assumption that anyone would make. Your shirt was black so it didn't show any red on it and the shorts finally washed out to a light pink. It kind of looked like tye dye which was sorta cute with your shirt. The last thing to take care of was your sticky hair. Washing it all out in this tiny sink wasnt very realistic so you settled for putting it up in a messy bun. 'Hm not too bad' you think giving yourself a once over. Surprisingly satisfied with the results, you shake off the embarrassment and strut out of the bathroom joining the rest of your team who were mingling with the youths. Snow gives you a questioning look probably about your new and improved look. Shaking your head, you mouth "later".
For now your focus was on finding Mr. god like boy and getting his name. It was only fair since he knew yours. Scanning the room you lock eyes with an oh so beautiful face who was already staring directly at you. You shyly look down biting your lip. This is one of your signature moves that all the boys back home fall for. To your shock Mr. god like boy wasn't so impressed. "Mm I might have to turn this up a notch...well game on" you think to yourself.
An hour later you find yourself sitting on his lap rolling your eyes at his compliment about you glowing up since this morning. You had explained the whole situation to him and he thought it was pretty entertaining.
You weren't exactly proud of how "easy" you were being but at the same time you were kicking some serious ass at this "game" of yours. His name was Damien and he was 16, his hobbies include basket ball, boxing, and sitting behind bars...as in he was kinda sorta maybe In juvie. This was part of his recovery program that they were making him do but he said that it was turning out better than he expected since you showed up. What a flirt. Not that you minded.
