Opaque

Chapter 3

                                                                                 Ava's Point of View

"Why hasn't she answer me back?" I grimace at my multiple texts. "Jesus." "Who, your old lover?" Michael Langdon lying on my bed beside me. "No, not him." I roll my eyes at him. " I say, annoyed. "Lana. It's been a while. She usually texts me when she arrives at home." "You are forgetting her mom-daughter date tonight, Avaline." He points out. "I forgot. But still..." I put my phone on the bed stand next to me as I say to him. "Can you please come back to me? I'm freezing cold." Michael exaggerates himself by going "brrr." motion on his arms. "Alright." I turn myself to him to cuddle with him. So warm and inviting. Silence but the only a.c is on.

Then, he snores lightly. My Michael, my angel. He is my only angel for now. Blond, tall, lean, the gorgeous tan on him. I stare at his long black lashes. Oh god, he is so perfect. I don't think I don't deserve him when especially of him and my old lover... I hate this current situation when I don't know which one to pick. Michael or him. But Michael is willing to budge for me when I soon will pick one of them.

I soon start to get sleepy.

An hour later, I start to wake up to his chest, holding him. I feel something wet on my neck. I move slightly. "I'm sorry," Michael whispers in my ear, his tongue trailing down to my neck, lightly biting my neck. "F-fuck. Your neck smells so good. You just look so delicious by being to close to me. I respond back by moaning loudly. "Kiss me, baby girl," Michael commands me. "Yes, Michael." I kiss his lips, licking his lips, pushing my tongue in his mouth. He deeply kisses me back.

Two hours later, we just finished making love. He and I are gasping for breath. "I am going to get up to get us water." He got off the bed naked, still strong after that lovemaking. I turn to check my phone to see if Lana messages back. But it was her mom, hysterically texting me like crazy. She texted me like an hour ago.

Lana's Mom: Where is Lana? I came home early at 3 in the afternoon to spoil her for nails and shopping before our movie date night. Where the hell is she? Is she at your house???
Lana's Mom: I'm coming over to check on my daughter. She hasn't texted me at all. I'm so worried.

The last text she sends was 30 minutes ago.

I proceed to text her back, but I heard pounding noise at my door. "Who is this?" Micheal comes back into my room, holding drinks. "Get dressed, Michael. It's Lana's mom." I say as I get off the bed, getting dressed in my jeans and Michael's t-shirt. "Wait, what?" He says, setting down the drinks on my nightstand. He starts to get dress himself, in his jean and start to rumbles through my dresser for him to find his shirt.

More pounding noises at my door. "Wait, hold on!" I yell at her. I open the door, her mother bursts through my door, looking around. "Where is she?! I want to see her right now!" She yells at me. "I was about to text you. I didn't see your messages until a minute ago. What do you mean, where is she? She is not here with me. I thought she was with you." I say, trying to calm myself. "You are a liar. Liar, traitor!!!" She yells some more in Spanish. She speaks it too fast that I barely catch on. "I'm telling the truth." I calmly say this. "Look around if you want. And when you don't find her, please do apologize to me."

She is going through my every room, except for my room. "May I?" She says, her eyes are scary daggers. "Yes, you may." What a major bitch, I thought in my head.  "Oh my god! Michael!!!" She saw Michael in my room. She runs back to where she stood before me. "I'm so sorry, Ava." Her eyes are brimming with tears. "I am so worried." "What happened, Miss Aquino?" Michael comes out of my room a few seconds later, fully dressed. He is beside me, calm but beneath all of that surface, he is worried about Lana. "What is going on?"

"Okay, did Lana came with you guys?" Miss Aquino says, her eyes are tearing up, the flush on her cheeks. Just like Lana when she cried. "No, she never came with us. "Oh no... No, no, no! No!!!" She pulls up her phone from her pocket. She put the phone in my hands to hold. She is hyperventilating, sitting down on my seat, crying in her hands. Michael is still standing by me. I unlock her phone, to see her daughter's last message.

We see Lana's last message on her phone.

The panic shoots through my body. I look up from Miss Aquino's phone to see Michael's face. He got pale, he walks to Miss Aquino's side, comforting her. She is crying hysterically.

I begin to call 911.