I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 45 - My virginity thief.

~Flashback Continued~

"Remind me why we're hitting up the mall again?" Ace asks once we've made it inside the Old Orchard Shopping Center hand in hand, now walking over to The Cheescake Factory.

"Because we can't necessarily tell my family that the reason we've been gone for so long is due to the fact that we've been eating each other out for the past two hours. So, we need an excuse," I respond, raising my free hand to present the sign of the restaraunt. "This is our excuse." He looks up at the red, illuminated sign and sends me a cute smirk.

"What?" He asks, completely amused. "You think cheescake is going to soften the blow of the fact that I just fucked the youngest member of their family in the back seat of my car on the end of their street?" 

"No, you fucking idiot," I immediately retort, smacking his arm in the process, to which he chuckles. "It's an excuse, remember? Plus, when they see the cheescake, they won't care to ask twice about our long absence...I hope." Not wanting to waste any more time, I finally drag him inside the place.

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"Well, that just burned a hole through my bank account," I voice out once I've retrieved my debit card from the employee behind the cash register. Ace grabs the bags of four cheescakes and his soda -which he got at the food court as soon as we walked in- all with one hand, intertwining his other one with mine again, all while rolling his eyes at me as we head towards the exit.

"I told you to let me pay for half, but noooo, you just had to pay for all of them. Sorry, babe, but that burnt hole is all on you."

"Like I would let you pay for anything here after what happened back in LA," I retort, rolling my eyes at the memory. He had paid for everything; everything from the Disneyland tickets to the gas, both from and back to campus. He refused to let me chip in at all, which is exactly why I'm not letting him pay for anything here. LA maybe his city, but Chicago is mine. I appreciate his generosity, but it'd be too much.

"Are you always this stubborn?"

"You're one to talk." He raises an eyebrow at me, and I raise one back, daring him to challenge me.

        Yeah, yeah, yeah, we get it. You're both stubborn, Buffy suddenly ruins the moment. Now, prepare yourself for what's coming next...and let's hope Ace is the type that can control his jealousy, for all of our sakes.

        What are you ta-

"Lola?" An all too familiar voice calls out my name, although, I can't pinpoint exactly where I recognize it from. Ace and I turn around, and when I see the friendly face behind the voice, a smile immediately makes its way to my face.

"Marco?" He chuckles, walking up to us with open arms to hug me. I don't hesitate to hug him back, even if Ace is standing right next to us. How could I possibly hesitate to hug someone who was not only my first, but also someone I could always count on to get me out of unnecessary trouble in the past? Marco Ramirez is perhaps the only gang member I know whose help I was able to ask for without having to owe a favor in return, even long after we stopped hooking up. "What are you doing on this side of town?" I ask him once I pull away from the hug.

"What do you mean?" He furrows his eyebrows in a playful manner. "This is the best cheesecake place near Riverdale. Why would I not be here?" Chuckling at my good-natured eye roll, he then turns to Ace, perhaps waiting for an introduction, one that I immediately give with much pride.

"Ace, this is Marco, a good friend that I've known since I was like ten. Marco, Ace," I introduce them, and the boys shake hands before Ace intertwines his free hand with mine once again.