Jazmyne just graduated high school and is now starting college. Ian Jeffrey, although he said he would never attend college, is now in the same boat. Will they ever be more than sex parters?
*lost of Spanglish ahead*
I began to go through my closet, taking out all the clothes I was planning to take to my first year of college.
"I cannot believe it," my mom said, her hands covering her mouth," my only daughter, my second child, my last child!" She gasped at the realization. "You're off to UCLA, leaving your poor, old mother here to rot, but I'm so proud!"
"Madre, Texas is not that far from Cali, it's like, what, two states away. But you have mi hermano, Chris," i told her.
"That damn boy won't ever leave the house. He goes to El Centro college and calls it an 'education'," my mom scoffed.
"At least he made it to his third year."
"I give him one more semester before dropping out," my mom never had high expectations for my brother, Chris. He was two years old and already a disappointment, which is why they decided to have me.
My mom is Mexican, and my dad was Dominican, therefore me and my brother look mixed with black. I don't mind it at all.
Although my parents were only seventeen, my dad loved Chris from the second he was born. They got along amazingly, my mom wanted another child a few more years down the road and here came me. My dad desperately wanted another boy. As soon as he found out I was a girl, he was upset. You'd think he'd love me no matter what, right? I mean I came from his balls. Anyways, he left because he didn't want me to follow my moms footsteps and turn into a "teen mom". It was a stupid reason to leave and to this day I still hate him for it. Chris was devastated and hasn't had a male role model, which in my opinion, is why he's such a piece of shit. But then again, he probably just gets it from our dad.
Suddenly, my mom reaches into my closet and pulls out my old Quinceañera dress. It was a dark shade of red with lace sleeves. It wasn't even really a Quinceañera dress, it was a prom dress. But I was in love with it and I didn't care.
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I had a flashback to the night of my fifteen, the night I lost my virginity.
I came home after my party and took the dress off. I hung it up on my closet door to admire it. I sat on my bed in my Calvin Klein underwear and a cropped tank top. I hadn't fully finished changing into my pajamas before my brother's friend, Geovanni, came into my room without knocking.
"Chris said- oh shit, my bad," Geo said before walking out of my room.
"It's fine, come in," i said throwing on a random pair of Nike spandex I had laying on my floor. Geo came in. I patted a spot on my bed next to me, signaling for him to sit with me.
"Well...Uh, Chris said...he needs his charger back," Geo stuttered. I stood up and walked to the other side of my room to grab it. I walked back to him. I held it out, standing in front of him.
He bit his lip. Not even paying attention to the charger in my hand. He looked me up and down.
"When did you start looking good?" Geo asked.
"What you mean?" I asked.
"You suddenly got curvy, dude."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know, maybe one semester into my freshman year did something for me."
"Would you ever date a junior?" He asked randomly.
"You mean, someone in your grade?"
"Yeah."
"I mean, I wouldn't be so quick to shut it down," I said.
He pulled me closer by my hips. Moving his hands to my ass, putting a grip on it.
"Let's try it out," he said. I liked the attention he was giving me so I said yes. He was seventeen and I was fifteen, but neither of us cared. He kissed my neck, down to my colar bones, down to my breasts, leaving hickies as he went lower. It escalated quickly. So quickly in fact, we were done after 20 minutes. When my brother asked why it took so long, he made a bullshit excuse saying he had to help me look for his charger.
Of course we never actually dated. You could say it was just a one night stand.
I was snapped out of my thoughts when my mom began to cry about me moving out for the thousandth time today.
"It feels like your Quince was just yesterday," she said holding the dress close to her. She looked closer at it and saw little white dried up spots. "Hmm, i wonder what this is," she said.
"It's probably cake frosting," I lied, remembering how strong Geo's pull out game was. All I can say is that shit was everywhere else except inside of me. My mom scraped some of it off and licked it from her finger.
"Ew, Mom, stop!"
"It doesn't taste like anything. I mean, it's been three years, what did I expect?"
Shivers went down my spine.
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