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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN!(:
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“What the hell?!” Scarlet screamed reaching quickly to get her towel. “My eyes are closed, relax” John held the towel out for her, already in his hands. “That’s not the point!” she shouted. “Of course it’s not, I’ve seen you naked before” John sat back in the chair as she fastened the towel tighter around her chest. “You have not!” Scarlet shouted. “Sure I have,” John shrugged. “We used to take showers together, remember?” “That was when we were 5!” “Nope, we were 8 when we stopped bathing together” John said smartly. “That’s gross!” “You say that now,” John laughed. “You weren't saying that when you washed my hair.” “It’s different now!” Scarlet yelled. “Not by much,” John put his hands on his lap. “The only thing that happened was we got older. And we went through ‘the change’—” “John, shut up!” Scarlet shouted, moving her hands to put them over her ears and remembering that she was wearing a towel a little too late. “Are you going to keep that thing on? Or what?” John’s hand caught the towel before it could slip off her chest, using his pointer finger to keep it up. “Get out!” Scarlet grabbed the towel. “Not till you talk to me.” He said stubbornly. “Let me get dressed!” “You’re going to lock me out. I know that trick, Annie. I wasn’t born yesterday.” “Ugh” she sighed, then ran into her walk-in closet before slamming that door shut too. Scarlet walked out a couple minutes later in a pair of jeans and a nice dress shirt. She pulled on it, fixing the blue material over her torso so it was even; just the way she wanted it to be. “Are you finished?” John noted, as she messed with it. “Yes, yes, I’m finished. What did you want?” “I want you to listen to me, so you’re not mad at me anymore” John patted his lap. “I don’t want to sit on your lap after another girl was just there” Scarlet protested. “She was never on me, Scarlet, just sit down please” John looked up at her. She let out a small, defeated, sigh and sat down in his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder as it usually did, and she breathed in his scent; mint gum and ‘Excite’ axe body spray. “Go for it.” “It wasn’t me, you know. It was all Ivana,” John ran his hand up her back gently and quickly. “She was drunk, Anastasia called your cell phone asking for someone to pick her up from the party. So I went to pick her up, and she said ‘what about Ivana?’ so I went to get Ivana.” “That’s it?” “No, that’s not it. When we got back here I tucked Anastasia in, because I knew where her room was. But I didn’t know where Ivana’s room was so I just put her down in here and told her to wait till her brother found her or something…then she kissed me.” John explained, leaving out some of the bigger details. | “You said she was talking to you…” Scarlet recalled.
“Yeah, she basically just said ‘I want to kiss you’, and I said ‘please don’t’ but she kissed me anyway.” “She kissed you? Or you kissed her? Which one is it.” “She kissed me” “But you kissed her back.” “No,” John argued. “I most certainly did not.” “I saw it!” Scarlet stated. John’s hands tied over her leg and waist to keep her seated where she was, “I didn’t kiss her back. She kissed me. And she bit my lip, I’ve probably still got the indention to prove it.” “Then show me” Scarlet stated, crossing her arms over her chest stubbornly. “I don’t’ think you can see it” John protested. “Stick out your lip” Scarlet agruged. “Fine” he stuck out his lip and his eyes widened on reflex. “I don’t see anything” Scarlet said dully; not that she’d expected to see anything in the first place. “But if I run my tongue over it, I can feel it” John said, running his tongue over her bottom lip in demonstration. Scarlet moved her index finger over his bottom lip slowly. Her finger dipped in just a little at one spot. “…oh” “I told you” John said, pulling his lip back in and making a face at her. “She did that? Or did you just bite it yourself?” she asked skeptically. “I don’t bite my lip like you do” John said, rubbing his hand over her knee. “No, of course you don’t” Scarlet grumbled. “Scarlet?” someone knocked on her door. “Can I come in?” “Uh, yeah!” Scarlet jumped off John’s lap and onto her bed. “Come on in!” “Just the man I was looking for” Spencer strode in, wearing a grey sweater over a collared shirt and some jeans. “I’m a girl?” Scarlet stated. “I was about to come in here and ask where I could find John, I was looking for him” Spencer explained, and apologetic look on his face. “What’s up, man?” John stood up, and held out his hand. Spencer shook his hand. “I need some help” “With?” “I got into a nasty fight with a siren yesterday, would you mind looking at the mark for me real quick?” “Uh, sure.” John shrugged. “It’s on my back,” Spencer pulled up the back of his shirt; his back towards Scarlet. He turned around, the front of his shirt still covering his pants, but the back was pulled up. “Can you see it?” “Take this off,” John pulled on his shirts. “I’m not gay, I just need to get a better look at it.” “I understand, I didn’t think you were gay” Spencer’s shirt was pulled over his head, his back towards Scarlet once again. She gasped, and her hand covered her mouth to hold back a whimpered scream. |