Maria
"Maria get your ass up or you'll be late for school," my mom yelled from across the hall.
"What's with all the aggression mama?" I giggled as I finished my eyeliner, making sure that it didn't fuck up my eyeshadow.
Don't get me wrong, unless it's eyebrows and mascara I find doing makeup for school stupid since you're going to get ready for a place you claim to hate. However, it was my 5SOS3 show in San Francisco and I was not trying to have to go home early just to get ready. Luckily, I live in the Bay Area and Peter was okay with driving me and skipping class after lunch.
"Just go without me mama, Peter said he'll take me to school," I yelled.
"I better not get a call that you were tardy," she warned.
"Okay mama," I giggled as I heard the front door shut.
Suddenly, I got a call and I looked over to see that it was indeed Peter. "I'll be down in a bit, P. Just get the car running," I said answering his phone but quickly hanging up.
I finished off with putting on lipstick and setting spray and made my way down the stairs.
"Shit," I groaned realizing that I forgot my backpack upstairs. I quickly ran up to get it and zoomed through the door and got to Peter's car.
"Damn, I didn't think I would've had a chance to eat breakfast this morning. I guess we do get second chances in life," Peter joked as he went in to make out with me.
"Fuck Peter, I just put on my lipstick," I groaned.
"Well it's already fucked up, so what's wrong with still making out?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"I hate you," I giggled. "C'mon were going to be late."
"Are you sure you don't just want to skip the day? I thought you had said that Hallie and Asher were going to save you a spot in line," he tried to convince me to stay home to do God knows what.
"P, I promised my mom, that's the only reason why she's letting me go," I explained.
"Fine," he said putting the car in drive, "just one more kiss?"
"You know what, on second thought, let me just call her and try to reason with her," I said not wanting to go to school looking like this. As it is I have been getting more attention being with Peter and I don't want to get even more stares considering I actually put more thought into my outfit.
After ten long minutes, I convinced my mom that if I would have gone to school I would not have been able to concentrate which is the same as not even going to school, so she let me stay home. The moment she said that, Peter lifted his hands in success which made me laugh.
"Okay bye mama, I love you," I hung up the phone and faced Peter. "What do you even want to do?"
"Come I'll show you," he said with a smirk as he turned off the engine and took off his seatbelt meanwhile I make my way to unlock the door.
It was as if he was a little boy going to the ice cream truck because he ran inside, grabbed my hand and took me to my room.
"Really P? I just made my bed," I giggled as he jumped on my bed and got comfortable.
With a smirk he patted on his lap. Obeying him, I took off my shoes and got on his lap.
Peter did not hesitate to kiss me and slowly but surely I was straddling him and taking off my dress.
"Fuck," he bit his lip as I stared palming him.
"May I?" I flicked the zipper of his jeans.
"Yes, please, fuck," Kramer moaned.
