! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓 ! ࿐ྂ
a g r a n d a r m y f i c

( CHAPTER I. 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 )

  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑶𝑭 𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑬'𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯 felt like heaven as he traced abstract motifs on her bare back, her spine shivering slightly like sprinkled drops of water in a mid-December shower. Evie could feel her long black hair gently being tossed away from her exposed skin, the cool breeze from the gaping windows meeting her shoulders ever-so tenderly. The mouvement of the boy's calloused fingers stopped mildly as he approached his tan, upside down egg-formed face towards the soft crook of her neck. He continuously pressed small warm kisses upon her sensitive skin, an innocent smile, reeking with sin appearing on her beautiful features as she pretended to still be sleeping in the early morning.

As the boy she had so shamelessly spent another unholy with left pleasureful pecks along her jawline, to her neck... all the way onto her chest so perfectly placed into the typical black bra she loved so much, saving it for what she liked to describe as special occasions━━ in other words, for the boy she hung with who was definitely not her loving boyfriend ! Funny thing about Evie Perez, never, and I mean never would she wear any other color of lacy undergarments.

Nobody had ever posed the question as to why that specific jetblack shade had such a significant importance, the boys and girls who so greatly had the pleasure of seeing the Latina in her most transparent state having been nothing but one-night stands or a shitty boyfriend not having enough braincells to notice the little things. The answer was quite simple, " Black is sexy, I am sexy ! " That motto had lived in her head rent free ever since she made the fascinating discovery that her body was a temple and that she, should use it.

A quiet moan was heard from the peaceful girl, alerting the wide-awake boy about her waken as she turned around, facing George Wright directly as a wistful grin manifested upon her olive complexion, finally letting out her first words of the day in the form of a magnetic whisper :

" Morning... "

The boy hummed in response, focusing on the artwork he had been currently making on her physique, leaving red bruises on the spots that drove her wild. For a hungover boy, he sure looked bright-eyed as the sexual tension rose in the interior of Evie's square-shaped room. The previous night had been a total bust, Joshua Lawrence canceling his plans with the Latina at the very last minute to without a doubt get high off of his brother's white powder, leaving the poor girl to call up her best friend to get drunk off of wine coolers and cheap, low grade beer stored in the center of her father's liquor cabinet. Though the two hugely would end their typical nightly shenanigans with the sinful act of sex, the Sunday prior hadn't been the case.

The pair of adolescences had gotten way out of touch with reality as they stumbled into her safe-haven, knocking out the bottle of vodka, shattering it to ground, not bothering to pick up the broken pieces contrary to your typical good samaritans. As the short girl pushed the equally as intoxicated boy onto her queen-sized mattress, covered in nothing but the finest silks and fabrics that she would undoubtedly ruin after the planned euphoric deed, Evie got on top, leaving the sloppiest of glossy kisses upon his lips, gliggling like a school girl in between embrasses.

The shades of night vanished and the couple was still in the exact same position, their rosy lips meeting ever so messily, not a lack of emotion in sight. As Evie's soft hands trailed down his chiseled chest, her head following close behind, making it's way under the sheets towards his semi-hard dick like her body had a mind of their own, a loud voice was heard from a familiar voice, annoying the couple of teen far too much as they both groaned in unison, " Evie ! "

You could hear the tap of her mother's shoes pat upon the refined maple wood staircase as she spoke incoherent words in a somewhat over dramatic tone. Before the Perez girl's mouth could even come face with George Wright's dick, their minds were alerted. She glanced around the neat room quickly for the scattered pieces of clothing she had left there overnight, shoving the black sweatshirt owned by the boy beside her onto his arms by force. Forgetting that it was a shitty Monday morning and that it was in fact Evie's mother's day off, the two had chosen to sleep in later which meant that they would have to face the wrath of Carmen Perez.

Stupid ? Perhaps but it didn't change the fact that they had both gotten up as fast as lightning. A perplexed glower illuminated on George's pale surface as she pushed him impatiently towards the small closet situated beyond their current area. She could not get caught by her strict mother once again, especially after she had discovered one of her daughter's previous little boy toys passed out on Evie's bed covered in nothing but a thin white drape and thankfully, his plaid-patterned boxers. Carmen Perez had ended chasing after the poor boy with a hot pink fly swatter until she had reached the end of their long driveway. The younger Latina had never spoken to the white boy ever again, surely assuming that the extremely awkward situated had at least traumatized him at a certain extent.

In this moment, the medium white wooden door had hastily opened, revealing Evie's mother as she immediately started rambling about the leftover wine coolers littered upon the dining room's surface much to her dismay. Though Carmen Perez was a self-proclaimed authoritarian mother, the women didn't really care about her daughter's slight drinking habits. She cared more about the mess she left on her clean counters. The Perez mother had a miniature dependency on cheap liquor herself, loving to down herself with an exquisite bottle of red wine, watching Keeping Up with the Kardashians on their television. It was an odd semi-obsession, a middle-class, middle aged Latina hardworking women watching stupid rich white people arguing about their stupid rich white problems with no shame in front of millions. Nonetheless, she watched the reruns of that wretched show everyday at ten o'clock.

" Evie, do you not realize that when I arrive home, I don't want your shit scattered on the counter. I bust my ass everyday and you're drunk on damn booze before a school day ? Come downstairs and get rid of the damn mess while I go take my shower ! " Her spanish accent had come to play during her speech, the women once again not being able to contain it as it just come and went whenever she raised up her tone the slightest.

       Evie Perez hadn't even gotten a word in on her mother's unsurprising morning rant, only responding with a, " Sì, mami, I promise i'll clean in just a moment, just let me get ready. "

       That statement was enough for Carmen Perez, choosing to leave her room, leaving the front door open as she usually did, not caring about respecting her daughter's boundaries as she walked away, humming the sweet tune of Yo Voy as she usually did during the forenoon, dancing slightly as if she hadn't completely gone off on her daughter a few seconds prior.

       Finally, as if she had been waiting for eternity, she raced towards her wardrobe, opening the door, exposing a certain half naked boy standing inside, covering his dick with his hands and bunched up sweatshirt as a joke before letting out much needed sarcastic laugh. " I thought that she was never going to fucking leave, man. "

       He advanced, placing his arms around her waste, nipping at the crook of her neck gently. He began to press sloppy kisses along her jaw, murmuring between releases, " You know, being shoved into a closet with a raging fucking hard on wasn't fun, Eves. "

       The girl giggled in amusement, an eyebrow lifting as he pressed himself closer. " Awe, my poor baby... " she spoke, a hint of sarcasm apparent in the tone of her lustful voice.

       " Tell you what, i'll care of that... " She started, pointing down all while her eyes darted directly in to his, his big warm finding their way onto her back where he attempted to unclip the lacy fabric. Before they could fulfill their clear needs, the girl continued, pushing away the boy slightly in a seductive matter, " Later ! "

       That simple word felt like a bullet through his cold heart, a small frown appearing on his face as he wished that it would be a cruel joke. " You're kidding right, like you were in the mood a second ago. "

       " My mom ruined the mood plus I can't be late again this month. Just skip gym period and we could meet in the locker rooms. We'd have the whole room to ourselves... I promise i'll make it up to you soon ! " She spoke, a glimmer of excited in her doe brown eyes.

       Much to his disappointment, he agreed, not like he had much of a choice either way...

! . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ࿐ྂ

1624 words ! amaras bitch ass kept distracting me but here it is. COMMENT BRO I AINT GONNA CONTINUE TO WRITE FOR YALL TO IGNORE IT.