Facta Non Verba (boyxboy)

Taco Tuesday

CHAPTER 1:

"Sebastian! Dante!" I heard Cheron scream from behind us. Dante groaned, looking down at me with cold accusation.

"Tell me you told her no." He pleaded.

"Something else came up." I winked mischievously, ignoring his look of annoyance. He got the joke. That was all that mattered.

"Thank goodness I caught up to you guys!" Cheron exclaimed, her shiny blue eyes sparkling in triumph.

"Actually I have to get-"

"No Dante you don't actually have to get to anywhere." Cheron cut him off. "This is your free period. I checked in the office yesterday."

I looked over at Dante, trying and failing to contain my chuckle at his put out expression. "Alright Cherry you cornered us." I laughed, pushing Dante over toward a bench so we could sit. "We'll answer a few of your questions."

Cheron fist pumped the air and then followed us, sitting down on the bench directly across. "Alright well I did my research beforehand. I know the little stuff like birthdays and favorite colors and class schedules," she stopped to let out a slightly awkward cough, "I did a little field work to fully understand how you guys work."

"You mean you let me fuck you." I said, watching as her eyes widened comically. Her shock only lasted a second before she doubled over in laughter. Ha, I liked Cheron. It was always refreshing to see a girl who didn't try to feign the whole blushing virgin thing.

"Ha! More like you gave me an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I had to see if you lived up to all the hype." She explained good naturedly.

"And did I live up to all the stories?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow. I watched as her smile changed to something more seductive and her sparkly eyes clouded with lust.

"How'd you get so good?" She asked instead, clicking her pen into action.

"Lots and lots of practice." I answered honestly.

She frowned. "Who was your first? Do you even remember?"

"Ofcourse I do." I scoffed, jutting my thumb out to the side. "Dante and I lost it to each other. We were fourteen."

Cheron seemed to notice Dante was here at that moment and took her chance to zero in on him. "Ah yes. Dante Fierro. Age 22. You're obviously ripped... But there's more to that chiseled jawline isn't there? You're taking all AP classes... You've accumulated a 4.03 gpa."

"You got me. I'm a tortured genius. When I'm not hiking deep into the wilderness to read Wuthering heights, I'm walking along the beach and communicating with depressed Dolphins." Dante teased, laying his head down on the table in front of our bench. "Wasn't this supposed to be about the band?"

"It is about the band." Cheron defended. "But I know the basics about the band. You and Sebastian started the band in the seventh grade. You play the piano and Sebastian sings. You've added a bassist named Marc in the eighth grade and a drummer named Mitchell in the ninth grade. The most recent addition would be your guitarist named Rico last year. Up until then, Sebastian had played guitar. You guys started performing at the pizzeria owned by Marc's dad and have, in the last three months, finally managed to book paying gigs."

"And you want to know about our sex lives because?" Dante questioned, picking his head up to stare the nosy girl down.

"Because your promiscuity is half of what makes you guys so popular. Don't get me wrong, you guys are very talented, but it takes more than talent to make it these days. You guys aren't just talented. No... You guys have this crazy sex appeal. And sex pays my friends. Sex makes you famous." She explained, a strange glint in her eye. "Of Course, one can only wonder how it will affect your very new success, now that one of you is out of commission."