shots - spooky

five - the kiss

Yajel

A large, empty wall was the perfect place to take out my frustrations. I set down my bag, loop a mask around my ears and press play on my headphones.

With no exact plan or design I begin to paint the wall, a beautiful eye becomes a beautiful face, turning in a beautiful woman. I slightly gasp at the image I have absentmindedly drawn, my mother. In all her radiance and beauty, the typical Hispanic mother who refuses to age.

"Te quiero mucho mama", I say silently to myself.

She was such a kind woman, she never let a day go by when she didn't remind me and King how much she loved us. I was so young then but I remember her big heart and how much she cared.

"Lo siento mama, I let you down", a single tear falls down my right cheek.

If she was alive now would she love me? Who I have become? She would be so disappointed in her little girl. And yet, I couldn't leave this life if I wanted to. It's the only life I know.

Stuffing the can back in my bag I take off for a walk in the opposite direction of the neighborhood. Maybe I just need some time away to clear my head.

Spooky

"Look man I'll talk to you later. Maybe we can link up Friday", I dap up a friend of mine we call Red and he drives off.

I sit back in my seat and rub my hand over my face. These past few weeks have been so stressful trying to keep everyone safe, and now with Cesar being a part of it all. I thought it would be less scary having him close but now I have to be worried about where he is 24/7.

I rest my head on my hands behind me, I stare at the park and notice a familiar t-shirt.

Yajel, sitting at a park bench drinking something out of a glass bottle. I sigh and get out of my car, she seems to be talking to herself about something.

"What a surpr-", I walk towards her and find she isn't talking to herself she, is crying.

"Yajel you good?", I set on the bench beside her.

She has a bottle of half empty alcohol clutched in her right palm and turns away from me immediately. Wiping her eyes she turns to me with a smile, her face is red and puffy, if this had been under different circumstances I would say she looks adorable.

"Spookster, come to bother an adult during their legal drinking?", she's still her sarcastic self.

"One, you're not and it's not, two it's too late for you to be out here", I notice her face fall to a frown.

"Quién coño crees que eres? Hago lo que quiero (who the fuck do you think you are? I do what I want)",the way the Spanish rolled off her tongue, how her skin glowed despite being covered in tears moments before. She was beautiful.

"Look how about we go home and you can eat something", my voice not wavering even though she was clearly angry.

"Ooh I am soooo hungry, and guess what?", she whispers pulling me closer to her face, she smells like alcohol and fruits an interesting mixture.

"What's up?"

"I'm drunk", she bursts into laughter and I grab her hand and bag, bringing her to the car.

"Oou fancy car, are we going to grab burgers? My tummy is grumbly", she lets go and pouts pointing to her belly. The way her pink lips pokes out from her face is probably the cutest thing I've ever seen. I roll my eyes and open the passenger door.

"We can if you get in the damn car Yajel", I watch her stare at me lazily the entire time she walks to the car. If she were sober I'd eat her for a late night snack.

"Let's gooo!", she yells as soon as her butt hits the leather seats. A scoff escapes my lips pulling away from the curb and in the direction of a burger place just down the street.

I remember coming to this place when we got wasted in high school, a lot of memories were made here.

"Hey we are here", I tap her shoulder and she whines and rolls towards me. I can see the sleepiness in her eyes, she should definitely get home. King is probably worried.

"How about we go home instead, hm? You have school tomorrow Yajel", her head falls closer to me and she looks up into my eyes.

"I love the way you say my name", her voice isn't in the same drunk tone she had been using. It was deeper, sultry, attracting even.

"Let's just get you home", I say but my eyes don't leave her, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth and I can't help but stare.

"Home will always be there Oscar", the way the "r" rolled off her tongue sent unholy thoughts into my head. Her hand travels to my neck, fingers tracing the tattoo. It's a small touch but it's raises goose bumps all over my skin. This girl made me feel like a kid who never touched a girl before.

"Yajel we shouldn't", I keep speaking as our faces get closer.

Her lips are just as soft as they look with a sweet taste of alcohol. I grab her neck tenderly pulling her closer to me. She bites my bottom lip fighting for dominance of my mouth. The way she takes control turning me on immensely.

Pulling herself over the middle of car she straddles my lap. A moan leaving my lips as her clothed crotch connect with my hardening jean clad member. My other hand falls to the arch in her back slowly traveling underneath the over sized shirt.

"Can't do this in my own bed Oscar", she kisses down my neck sending shivers down my spine. I've wanted to do this to her since she opened her mouth with Ruby that morning. I want to give her everything she's never had, I want to love her like she deserves.

"Oh shit!", I say pulling the girl off of my lap and sitting her in her seat. She looks at me with two emotions hurt and anger.

"Not good enough huh? Don't want me to ruin your rep'?", she asks.

"No it's not that", all of a sudden I can't think of anything to say. I don't want her to hate me but I want to do this right.

"Fuck off just take me home", she swears and then continues to spit out every curse in the book. Even mumbling in Spanish until we finally pull into her driveway, I park the car and turn to apologize.

She's already gathering her things and leaving the car.

"Next time you see me drunk and alone, leave me that way", she slams the door, hard.