"Have you ever played before?" Her voice came out low and sultry unlike how she had been speaking earlier. The simple sentence and the way she said it made me almost think it holds a double meaning.
"No, I haven't." My voice came out breathless as...
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(Stevie's fit)
"Vi are you ready we have to leave!" My brother stated sternly while knocking on the door to my room.
"Calm down dickhead, I'm coming!" I applied the finishing touches to my makeup and pulled on my leopard print boots in a hurry. I was wearing a short satin low cut dress and knee high heeled boots. When I stepped out of my room, stopping to grab my phone and wallet, the boys all turned to stare at me in shock.
Akira spoke first, "You clean up nice stupid."
"Awww our baby's all grown up!" Joked Gabe while whipping a fake tear from his eye like a proud parent.
"Thanks, losers."
"Ok, we can all stop staring at my sister now!" Miller said urging us towards the van. "Tate did you find the cord we needed?!"
Tate stepped out of her room and I couldn't help but stare, she was wearing black ripped skinny jeans and a leather jacket half-zipped up with nothing underneath. She seemed to have the same reaction when she saw me, stopping dead in her tracks slowly looking me up and down again. Suddenly her eyes snapped back to where my brother stood and her face resumed her cold glare.
"Yeah, I got it."
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"Guys we are 20 minutes late get in the fucking van!" Miller scolded.
"Bruh you sound like my dad!" Akira chuckled.
"Fuck off and just get in the damn van." He turned to flip off all of us before running to the van.
Gabriel sprinted to pass Miller on the way to the van, "Shotgun!"
"Fuck you I wanted shotgun!" Akira panted after catching up.
I slipped under the two bickering boys and hopped up into the front seat. I turned to mock them, "awww guess I get shotgun!"
"I will fight you for that seat Vi," Gabe warned trying to shove me out of the seat "I'm warning you!"
"Guys!" This time my brother was actually mad. His voice raised and hands desperately gripping the steering wheel. Hearing the tone of his voice we all snapped into shape and clambered into the car.
