Hot Stuff

[01] Hot Stuff

Geles

"Don't give me that look, Geles." Yashel groans, pushing me away from him. I cock my head to the side and peer up at him, feigning confusion.

I bite my tongue to refrain from laughing, "What? Which look am I giving you, Yaya?" I bat my lashes at him humorously.

He laughs, "We're wasted, sweetheart. You know what you're doing." He looks down at me and pulls his lower lip into his mouth. I watch in anticipation as his eyes darken and his pupils dilate further. Yet he was the one complaining about me giving him the look.

I stretch my hand upward and mush his face in a vain attempt to calm my nerves and give me a little breathing time, as well as my senses and everything that went along with it. "You're funny." I try my best to laugh humorlessly.

He moves my hand away from his face and leans in, "You're evil. You know that?" I pout playfully and fold my arms like an errant child. "You're out here, teasing me, being all playful and cute when you don't want what'll happen to happen."

All playfulness and fun demeanor dilutes into pure thin air and it's like sobriety slaps me in the face. That comment just hit home like no other. It's another slap in the face that reminds me of the stupid decision I made back in freshman year. I shouldn't even let this get to me. Yashel's right. We're just drunk and high. Nothing to it. And I can't cry about something that I said no to.

I awkwardly clear my throat and pull my hand out of his grip. I consciously avert my eyes from his. I see Yashel pull back and look confused. "Did I say something wrong?"

I feign coolness and plaster a smile on my face, I shake my head, "No, of course not. I just had a drunk realization." I laugh nervously at the end, silently hoping that he'll take the bait.

He's my best friend after all. I can fool him.

He inhaled deeply and opens his mouth,"Geles—"

"Yo! Yashel! Sierra's looking for you, man and you're out here getting fucked up with the person you literally see everyday. Come on, man." Brandon announces, after pushing through the crowd balled up on the porch. He climbs down the stairs and jogs over to us.

"Oh, Hey man." Yashel murmurs, tossing the blunt after taking the last puff. "What were you saying?"

Brandon waves at me, grinning widely. "What's up, Lessy?" He holds his arm out for a side hug.

I chuckle awkwardly but hug him nonetheless. "Nothing much, Buddy. Just talking to Yashel over here." I pull away but Brandon still keeps his arm over my shoulders. I decide to let it slide.

"Anyways, Yashel, man," Brandon continues and Yashel quirks up at him expectantly. "I was just saying that Sierra and Tia are inside there, man and Sierra is looking for your fucked up ass." He says, all hype up and throwing light punches at Yashel's chest. "I hope you're listening to me, boy! Sierra! Sierra!"

I peer up at Brandon in a grimace, "You seriously can't be going crazy over Sierra and Tia. Really, B?" I splutter distastefully, taking a swig from Yashel's beer.

Yashel smirks and Brandon cocks his head to the side, looking all confused. "Why do you say that? They're like one of the hottest girls in there, other than your friends, of course." He shrugs his shoulders.

I suck my teeth, getting ready to give this boy a piece of my mind. Yashel chuckles, "Lessy, you're doing too much now. Just.." He shrugs his shoulders, casting his eyes to the side like this shit doesn't matter.

"No." I narrow my eyes at him, "Sierra, Tia, Marisa, along with their little group are straight up hoes, they're leeches and they're so fake about everything." My voice goes an octave higher than it should.

Yashel scoffs, clearly annoyed and still not looking at me, "You would know that, huh?" He clicks his tongue, "Geles, just quit it about  Sierra, you're just using her a goat for you to say what you really feel. You know this isn't about her at all."

Okay...

"Yaya, is there something you're not telling me? Did I do something that hit a nerve?You're being really hostile towards me right now." I ask, straight up. One moment he's all hot, flirty and then the next he's all touched.

He shakes his head, "We finna talk later, mamas, it's aight."

And now he's all calm!

"Okayyyy, well I'm gonna head back into the house, where the real party is going on. Yashel, my man, I don't know about you but I'm heading inside to see what Tia has in store for me." He winks at Yashel and looks down at me, still at his arm, "Lessy, you be good, okay? Let my man go on and get some, okay?"

"Fuck off!" I scoff, pushing Brandon away from me. Brandon laughs and winks at me before turning around, jogging back up to the house.

I turn to Yashel, cocking my head to the side. "We're alone now." I pipe up.

Yashel bows his head and looks at me over the rim of his glasses. He quirks his brow up. "Lessy, not right now. Maybe when I'm in the right headspace."

I gnaw at the inside of my cheek while the silence engulfs our atmosphere. Goosebumps trail over my arms as the wind blows, a little chillier and cooler. "I think we should go back inside," I suggest, giving him the side eye while I rub my arms in an attempt to warm myself up.

"One thing." Yashel murmurs holding his finger up. He moves closer, standing right in front of me, a little too close...I can feel his bodily heat emanating from all this proximity. He looks down at me, eyes dark once again, he leans over, his hand reaching out.

My lips part and my breathing spikes. This is all happening extremely slow and it's.... Feeling flustered, I cast my eyes down to his hand.