Desperation kills: Nick Mayorga

The Backstory

A/N Hi random Aliens/ Humans. I have the mind of a five-year-old, so don't hate me if this sucks, and this is written in the mindset that all of the Free Time boys live in the same house and are all single because I wish they were. Not that I have anything against Emily or Crystal, or Maddie, or the girl Jojo's intirested in, Does Cenna have a girlfriend? Idk. Did I miss anyone? Oh yeah, are Keira and Caylus a thing? They would be so cute together. I would write all of the girls in, but those boys are just too good looking to be left out of the good parts of the book. Keira might be part of the book but only because they aren't official. yet. Also, look at Jojo in the background of that Photo. So cute.

Aliyah's POV
I pulled my shirt off and unclipped my bra with a sigh, happy to be relieved from the prison that encaged me every day. I dropped down my shorts and panties and stepped into the warm shower that was waiting for me. Hot water sprawled all over my body and face as I thought about what I was going to wear. Nick's words bounced around in my head. "Wear something revealing". Usually, I would've slapped anyone for saying that, but his eyes were just too precious that I wouldn't have even thought about hurting him. I had plenty of outfits that showed off my curves, but I couldn't think of the perfect one. In the end, I gave up trying and stepped out of the shower and back into reality.

I blow-dried my hair out and curled it. This is your chance I thought, you've been fangirling over him for the past two years. You have to look amazing. Of course I'd never look even close to how I wanted to, but that's life I guess.

I caked on the make-up with a smokey red and orange eye look and full-on falsies. That brown nude lipstick I bought in Autumn perfectly complemented the look.

I threw on a black lace G-string and smirked to myself. Nothing's going to happen anyway, but just in case. Now for the fit. I searched all through my closet and found exactly what I was looking for.

Not too revealing to the point that I would look like a slut, and just enough to get him looking. Not to mention it's HOLO. Shout out to all my holosexuals out there. You will not be let down! I peered into my full body mirror to make sure I looked ok. Perfect. Just enough cleavage, showed off my curves, and it caught the light to get everyone staring. As my queen James would say, I looked Sister Sexy. Oh My God, I can't believe I even thought about saying something like that.

I sat down at the foot of my bed to scroll through my Instagram. I found the usual, makeup ads, friends posting stuff, followers liking and commenting on my latest posts, but one thing caught my eye. Nick posted on his insta story.

Going out for drinks with the boys. Let's pray that Michael doesn't get too drunk and have us kicked out again.
I laughed at the thought of Michael getting into a fight with some random guy over something ridiculous. Nick and I were already mutual friends, so I didn't have to follow him or anything. I looked at the next post on his story. 

What do you guys think about me doing a collab with Aliyah Johnson? Let's see who can eat the most. I think it's me, but don't tell her that or she'll get mad. I scrolled through the comments and saw a bunch of support for him and me, and people saying that they would love to see that, and then my ex. He ruined my life. He told me that I wasn't worth anything, that I shouldn't be alive. That I'm lucky he didn't kill me like he killed my sister. He said, "At least your death will be quick. You don't have to endure the pain that she did." He murdered her right in front of me. The worst thing was that he blamed it on my dad. Pushed all the evidence onto him. I told the police that it was Alex, but they said I was only saying that because I didn't want dad to go to jail. Worst. Fucking. Police. Ever. Not to mention I had to go through five years of schooling in the same classes as him. My family didn't have enough money to change schools since my dad was our only source of income.