The Bad Boy Craves Me✔

13. Sebastian the handsome.

"How do I look?" Maria asked, stepping before me in short, tight-fitted black shorts, a baby pink crop top revealing most of her cleavage, and matching Fenty sneakers. Her hair was caught in a ponytail.

"Wow," I said, flabbergasted and at a loss for words. Maria looked much like one of those women who worked inside the club, trying to get laid tonight. She would've fit in greatly with Regina's posse, but hey, who am I to say?

"That's exactly the look I was going for. Thank you!"

"But how will you get past Mom and Dad wearing that? You know they won't let you out of the house looking the way you look," I asked.

"Don't worry, I've got that covered," she replied excitedly as she pulled on a cardigan and a jacket over her shorts.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I am," I replied, putting down my flat iron.

I had my hair loosely flattened as it streamed down my lower back, wearing a white fitted dress that went just above my knees, matching white sneakers, and a gold choker around my neck that almost matched the color of my hair.

"Wow, you look like a hot grown-up rather than a teenage goody two shoes," she stated proudly.

"No, that's not good. I'm trying to keep a low profile, remember?" I spoke, flipping through my closet for something else to wear.

"Geez, stop acting like an old woman and let's go. We don't have much time left; the game's about to start," she said, grabbing onto my hand.

We rushed down the stairs to see everyone in the living room waiting for us.

"Hope you girls have a great time!" Mom smiled.

"But not too much of a great time," my dad quickly added.

"We have to go; we're running a bit late, and the game's about to start. So see you guys later!" Maria rushed, grabbing Steff's hand as well and pulling us along.

"Anna!" I heard Antonio yell as I stopped in my tracks. He was cuddled up under my dad's arm with a sad look on his face, almost as if he was on the verge of crying. How could I forget? I quickly went back and pecked a kiss on his cheek. He would never admit it, but he was a sucker for me, not for dad or Mom, but for me, his big sister.

He giggled, and I laughed, sprinting out the front door.

I sat in the backseat as Maria took the front seat beside Steff, who drove us to school. Maria took this time to rip off the cardigan and jacket she had put on to cover her outfit, and Steff gawked at her cleavage.

"H...how did you get home?" he stammered, quickly returning his gaze back onto the road.

"Oh, I, uh, one of my friends from the computer lab dropped me off," she replied, texting away on her phone.

The drive to school after that was awkward, but we managed to reach school with five minutes to spare before the game.

"Oh, sorry," I heard a gruff voice say as liquid drenched the inside of my dress.

"Shit," I hissed, looking down to discover a red liquid coating my dress. The strong stench let me know that it was, of course, alcohol. I looked up to give a good cursing to the imbecile who splashed alcohol all over my dress.

"What the fu...," I was about to yell, but holy Jesus, mother of glory, was he gorgeous!

I mean, he was Kristen's gorgeous! He was absolutely stunning, and dare I say, slightly more attractive than Kristen! He was a blonde, about 6ft3, with a lean and slender body, tanned golden skin, and bright brown eyes.