Hot Stuff

[02] Hot Stuff

Geles

Like a force is pulling me to look up at him, I do. Big mistake. He's way too close....I'm about this close to whimpering. Just when I think something's about to go down, a loud thump towards the porch catches my attention and I turn my head to see the action. Just a poor, wild freshman knocked tf out.

"Geles." Yashel calls and when I turn to him, he has his jacket in his hand, holding it out to me. "Take this."

"Weren't you wearing that just now?" I frown, confused as I look at the jacket in his hand and the one he's actually wearing. "Where does that one come from?" I point to the one that he's wearing.

"Stop being difficult and take my love, bitch!!" He grumbles persistently, mimicking my favorite line from a viral video, while he practically pushes his jacket in my face.

I can't help it, I double over in laughter, "Oh my god! You did not just say that." I laugh harder. I absentmindedly grab onto him. This is why I looooove this man right here! Even when we're not so cool, he pulls out his card and we have a great laugh.

He smiles and holds his arms open, "Come over here, mamas. Let me give you my love." I shake my head, trying at a vain attempt to mask my grin and wrap my own arms around him. "I'm sorry for being all weird and shit. Blame it on the mood swings."

I peer up at him, balancing my chin on his chest, "You got mood swings, huh?" Mischievously, I snake my arms under his jacket to keep myself warm. "Or it's just that your high.." I suggest.

He laughs, "Wear this, stop using me as your heater and let's get back into the house." We pull apart and I gracefully take the jacket from him and wear it. He locks his car and we walk back to the house, his arm draped over my shoulders. 

I highkey like how it looks to everyone else who watches us. To Yashel and I, we're best friends that are...almost a little bit more than best friends. To our close friends, we're two people who hide behind the "besties" thing just to hide behind the fact that we like each other but are afraid to actually pursue something together. Our friends' words, not ours. Then to everyone else, we're fuck buddies or...I don't know...something like that.

It's really cute actually, it also keeps the pests away. In this place, girls here are super thirsty and totally heartless. They'll steal your man right in front of your eyes and ditch him right after they're done ruining the entire relationship.

Just like the one time, my friend, Whitney was dating Brandon. It was around freshman year so that situation is totally forgotten by Whitney and Brandon. Anyways, they were together and happily in a relationship until the very same Marisa, from Sierra's little squad, came along. Yeah so she decided to sleep with Brandon and claim she was pregnant when she wasn't so yeah..the story goes on. Moral is that these girls will do anything. Sierra, Tia, Marisa and Patience are the OGs.

Back to the present, the mood inside the house had cooled down from before and was a whole lot lighter. That was the whole reason we went outside, it got a little bit too stuffy...

"Let's go take a couple of shots before spreading out, okay?" Yashel wiggles his brows suggestively and I nod my head in response. We head into the kitchen and get drinking. Just as I tip over my third shot, Sierra and Marisa waltz into the kitchen, holding solo cups. Oh goodness.

"Yashel!" Sierra beams excitedly "I was worried you didn't pitch up." She sashays over. Now that is my cue to get tf out of here.

"I'll be with Taylor and Lotus." I say to Yashel before escaping whatever this scene was going to be. Not to mention that I did not, whatsoever, miss the glare Marisa sent my way and the snark Sierra had. They just make me so angry, I can't.

After searching for my own two friends, I spot them upstairs, on their way down with a couple of guys, Drake, Sam and Wynn. "What were you guys doing up there? I can only hope not an orgy."

Lotus grimaces and mushes my face in response, "Don't be stupid. The only person capable of an orgy is Erin and she's not here." She pops.

Taylor pulls me in for a hug and buries her face in my neck.  "I'm so done with Aaron and all his bullshit," She inhales deeply, jerks herself away from me and grabs me at arms length, "I just saw him with Harley. They looked so cozy and all kissy and all feely. I hate him."

Drake pats my shoulder, "I'm sure you can tell that she needs to go home, now." He says, grabbing Taylor by her waist.

•

"Coffee?"

Taylor scratches her head, "I think I need more than coffee. That shit looks like it won't do." She groans, plummeting down in the chair in the other side of the peninsula.

I chuckle softly, "Justina went out to the gym." I announced, fixing Taylor a cup as well. She may not want it but fuck it.

"When did we get home last night?"

"At around 2am, you guys woke me up."

"You left before us? With who?"

I whips around and give her the side eye. Was she really that drunk to not see who I left with? "You were there, you saw who I left with. Did you black out?"

"Does it matter?" She squints her face at me, "Last thing I remember is the fight between Brandon and Austin. After that...black."

"Well, in that case....." I hand her the hot cup, grab mine and take a seat on the opposite counter. "Later on, after the whole incident, I actually jumped into Jael and he drove me home." I shrugged my shoulders.

Taylor's head snaps up and she cocks her head to the side, looking at me quizzically. "You still hanging out with Jael? Even after the whole thing with Rico?"

I nod my head nonchalantly, taking a sip from my cup. "Yes, even after the whole Rico incident." I chuckle humorlessly, thinking back to the how the situation went down. Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine.

"I know you're not gonna tell me anyway, so let's move on." Taylor shakes her head, resigning. "On to more exciting news...what's happening with that trip to the lake house." She grins, her hangover masked by her sudden excitement. I let out a nervous laugh.

"I still haven't told my mom," I wince.

"Why not?"

I shrug my shoulders sheepishly, "You know how my mom's going to be about this thing. I mean..the lake house isn't even in state. She's gonna freak."

"It did take months of you and Greta convincing her for you to move in with us." She mumbles absentmindedly and I purse my lips together in thought. "How are you gonna do it, you already paid for the trip, you took leave from our job."

"Not to mention that she's already expecting me home by next Tuesday." I groan, rolling my eyes exasperatedly. "I'll call her when we're on the road..that way she has no say." I bite my lip, trying to imagine the scene play out in my head. I'm not really the smartest person, I didn't really think about this...

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