𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴 ~ 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen:
Bodies In A Basement

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"So.. That's why I'll never work with Tim again." Ramona finished, pulling the sucker from her lips and snickering at Steve's expression.

"Woah, woah, woah, woah.. What?" Steve shook his head quickly, raising his hand to block the sun from his eyes as he watched her eyes scan his back yard. "Wait, no, what? You can't just end it like that? Ramona, you need to finish your story. Did you call the cops?"

 "Shit, Steve, I'm fucking with you." She deadpanned, rolling her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and slipped the sucker wrapper into the back pocket of her black jean shorts. The blisteringly hot sun was unrelenting on Ramona as she fanned her face with her free hand. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead and drip down her face as 

Steve let a sigh of relief leave his lips as he watched her adjust the ponytail she had tied her hair into from the heat. "Jesus, Ramona. I-I mean.. Wow."

Ramona pulled the sucker from her mouth, sticking her now blue tongue out at him. "Sorry, Stevity Wevity, but I just wanted to see how far I could take it... And it was pretty fuckin' far, and I was gonna go even more outlandish but I realized that if you believed that your stupidity would  just make me really sad."

Steve blinked, his lips parting as he knitted his eyebrows together. "Wait, woah, woah, woah... What? What do you mean?"

Ramona rose an eyebrow, shaking her head in disappointment. "You cannot actually believe that Tim showed me a pile of bodies in his basement. Are you crazy?"

"Well, I-" Steve cut himself off, gesturing wildly to her. "I just... He-He.. Ramona!"

"Steve!" She mimicked, a grin forming on her face as she leaned backwards, resting herself on his pool chair as she shielded her eyes with her star shaped sunglasses.

"Ramona." He grumbled, shooting her a look as he crossed his arms. His eyes trailed over Ramona as she turned her head to look at him, a teasing smile planted on her face. 

"Steve." Ramona repeated, her eyes trailing over the boy as he seated himself in a lawn chair beside her.

"Ramona." Steve rolled his eyes as he stretched out his arms, "Can you not?"

"Can I not what?" Ramona played dumb, a sly grin forming on her face as she avoided his gaze. Steve rolled his eyes, letting out a huff as he watched her. "You gonna answer me, Harrington?"

Steve pursed his lips, shaking his head as he looked away from her. "Nope."

Ramona let a giggle slip past her tinted blue lips. "Aw... Why not?"

"You know exactly why, Ramona." Steve answered, letting his eyes fall closed as he looked away from her. "You know exactly why."

"No es mi culpa que seas estúpida." Ramona turned her head to look at him, snickering when she saw his face fall. 

"You know what?" Steve said, abruptly standing and dusting his hands off on his shorts.

"What?" Ramona tilted her head, brushing the strands of raven hair from her glasses. Steve looked down at her, seeming to tower over the girl as she 

"I'm gonna throw you in the pool." Steve said nonchalantly, not breaking eye contact with her. It was Ramona's turn for her face to fall as she straightened her back, setting her glare on him.

"Don't you dare." She pointed her half eaten sucker at him. "I'm not fucking around, Harrington. You throw me in that pool, I  won't talk to you again."

Steve stood up causing Ramona to scramble from the lawn chair, nearly tripping over the chair as she ran. "Steve! Steve, don't even think about it!"

"Oh, I'm thinking about it!" He called out, reaching forward to try and grab the girl. Ramona yelped, jumping over a hose, wincing as her bare feet touched the scathing hot concrete. Steve's laughter flooded the air as Ramona ran around the pool, trying to prevent being completely soaked. Nerves flooded Ramona as she felt a nervous laugh escape her lips. 

A yelp left her lip as she turned her head back, only to see that Steve was hot on her heels. "Shit! Steve, Steve. Just think about this. Seriously, you don't wanna do this. Steve. I'm not kidding."

Steve's lips curved up into a mischievous grin as Ramona spun around and began backing up, "Steve! Come on.."

"No can do, sorry." Steve grinned, approaching the girl as she glanced back at the pool. She inhaled sharply, letting her eyes flutter shut as the warm breeze blew her baby hairs from her eyes as she realized there was no escaping this.

A scream left her lips as she fell into the pool, she desperately grabbing onto Steve's arm which caused him to crash into the chlorinated water.  Ramona's head popped above the water and a loud gasp left her lips as she began to cough. "Fuck you."

"Woah, hey!" Steve wiped his soaked hair from his eyes, blocking the splashes she sent at him. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Quit it!"

Ramona continued splashing the pool water onto his face as her soaked tank top clung to her skin. Droplets of water dripped down her face as Steve pulled his hands away from his face. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes landed on the annoyed girl. 

The bright sun illuminated her sun-kissed skin, the droplets of water only extenuating her perfect features. How could he have not noticed just how.. beautiful Ramona was? She must've always looked like this, so why now.. Why did looking at her now feel so.. different than it did before?

 Steve blinked slowly as he watched her lips curve into a grin. She knitted her eyebrows together once she had noticed that the boy had fallen silent.

"I got something on my face, Harrington?" Ramona teased, snickering as she watched his ears redden and his eyes widen. 

"H-Huh?"   Steve stammered, pulling himself out of his daze and back to reality as he locked eyes with her. "Uh, no-no.. No, sorry."

Ramona rose an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Whatever you say, Harrington."

"Exactly." Steve nodded in confirmation. "I'm older, anyway."

Ramona scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes. "Hijo de puta arrogante."

Steve huffed, crossing his arms as he watched Ramona mindlessly swipe her hand across the water, watching as it rippled throughout the pool. Suddenly, he perked up as an idea popped into his head. "Will you teach me Spanish?"

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{ A/n: so idk if you guys caught it but there was a metaphor in this tehe }

{ Translations: It's not my fault you're stupid, cocky motherfucker }

{ Edited: No }