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Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.
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You know I'd be up for that sterling heights one! 😘❤
At five minutes past seven, Santiago’s red Lambo was parked in front of Mara’s house, windows up and engine still purring. The young man behind the wheel was feeling quite unhappy, even after the shots of Don Q and the blasting reggaeton music that made the whole vehicle vibrate whenever the bass dropped. Not only had Kavi been testing his patience all week with dropping all sorts of comments about April, she was still walking around as if he was nothing but dirt under her shoes. He'd figured that she'd start to miss him by now, that she would text him to meet up so they could kiss and fuck and make up and carry on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened. But nope. This time around, the girl had been monumentally stubborn, and they had yet to so much as exchange a single word or text message. And for some reason he couldn't begin to understand, he was feeling ridiculously guilty about the whole situation. So much so, that he had ignored all other females hitting up his phone looking for a taste of him, to the point that his calls and messages now were about business only. Never in his eighteen years of life had Santiago regretted any hook-up of his, but if he'd known just how much that one lame kiss with Bea and a spicy night with Ximena would disrupt his perfect universe, he would have probably thought about it twice. Hell, in truth, a part of him wanted to apologize to April so they could move the fuck on. But with how "well" the last time he'd humbled his ego had gone, there was no way he would be humiliating himself again any time soon. If Lils wanted to be a part of his life, then it was her turn to put that pride of hers aside.
But why did it hurt to so fucking much to miss her?
Fuming at the way his chest was starting to sting, Diablo smacked the steering wheel in frustration and honked twice. He'd been sitting outside Mara's fucking house for fifteen minutes now, and the unwelcome thoughts were thinning out his already-limited patience. But it seemed that Mara didn’t want to graduate, because five minutes later there had been no sign of life or movement coming from the house. Well, that was that. If Miss Prissy even wanted to get to homecoming, she'd need to drive her own ass up there.
With a pissed-off groan about being kept waiting in vain, Santiago stomped the gas pedal and left the opulent house, tires squealing on the brick entrance. In less than a minute, Mara's house was long gone, replaced by a blurry landscape rushing past the mirrors. The only sounds being heard through the night were the roaring engine of the boy's Lambo and the loud Hispanic music from the speakers.
Before he realized it, Diablo was pulling into the country club, having absentmindedly driven himself there with no memory of how. He looked around the parking lot and cursed under his breath, begrudgingly pulling into one of the multiple empty spots. The place looked deserted with the exception of maybe about seven cars, which meant that he was one of the first people to arrive. Santiago despised being early, because it meant having to sit pretty waiting around for everyone, and waiting was definitely not a virtue of his. On the other hand, this meant that he would be easy to spot and access, and whatever customers that wanted to get their fix before this ridiculously boring party could get their favors before going in.
And speaking of party favors...
Making no effort to leave the sanctuary that was his car, Santiago gave a discreet once-over around the lot again to make sure the coast was indeed clear before opening the glove compartment of the vehicle. He rummaged around his zipped-up black bag until he produced one pure white circular pill and a miniature bottle of alcohol. One quick once-over later, and the young man was popping the Xanax pill in his mouth and downing it with the miniature Bacardi. Diablo flinched and shuddered at the burning sensation of the liquor going down his throat, but he knew the brief discomfort would be worth it in the end. The questionable combination should be able to keep him chill enough to survive the long night ahead.
Now, all that was left was for the effects of his self-medication to kick into his system. Meanwhile, Santiago would turn up his music just a little louder, lower the back of his seat into a resting position, and sing along to the lyrics blasting from the sound system.
But why did it hurt to so fucking much to miss her?
Fuming at the way his chest was starting to sting, Diablo smacked the steering wheel in frustration and honked twice. He'd been sitting outside Mara's fucking house for fifteen minutes now, and the unwelcome thoughts were thinning out his already-limited patience. But it seemed that Mara didn’t want to graduate, because five minutes later there had been no sign of life or movement coming from the house. Well, that was that. If Miss Prissy even wanted to get to homecoming, she'd need to drive her own ass up there.
With a pissed-off groan about being kept waiting in vain, Santiago stomped the gas pedal and left the opulent house, tires squealing on the brick entrance. In less than a minute, Mara's house was long gone, replaced by a blurry landscape rushing past the mirrors. The only sounds being heard through the night were the roaring engine of the boy's Lambo and the loud Hispanic music from the speakers.
Before he realized it, Diablo was pulling into the country club, having absentmindedly driven himself there with no memory of how. He looked around the parking lot and cursed under his breath, begrudgingly pulling into one of the multiple empty spots. The place looked deserted with the exception of maybe about seven cars, which meant that he was one of the first people to arrive. Santiago despised being early, because it meant having to sit pretty waiting around for everyone, and waiting was definitely not a virtue of his. On the other hand, this meant that he would be easy to spot and access, and whatever customers that wanted to get their fix before this ridiculously boring party could get their favors before going in.
And speaking of party favors...
Making no effort to leave the sanctuary that was his car, Santiago gave a discreet once-over around the lot again to make sure the coast was indeed clear before opening the glove compartment of the vehicle. He rummaged around his zipped-up black bag until he produced one pure white circular pill and a miniature bottle of alcohol. One quick once-over later, and the young man was popping the Xanax pill in his mouth and downing it with the miniature Bacardi. Diablo flinched and shuddered at the burning sensation of the liquor going down his throat, but he knew the brief discomfort would be worth it in the end. The questionable combination should be able to keep him chill enough to survive the long night ahead.
Now, all that was left was for the effects of his self-medication to kick into his system. Meanwhile, Santiago would turn up his music just a little louder, lower the back of his seat into a resting position, and sing along to the lyrics blasting from the sound system.
Prendo pa' ver si me olvido
De tu nombre, de tus besos, tu cuerpo, tus gemidos
Lo hacíamos en el carro, me gritabas al oído
Cierro los ojos y pienso en todo lo que hicimos, baby.
De tu nombre, de tus besos, tu cuerpo, tus gemidos
Lo hacíamos en el carro, me gritabas al oído
Cierro los ojos y pienso en todo lo que hicimos, baby.
Interested! 😘😂
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Once more, all that's left to say is THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for your participation and support. I know it's been a slow month (with freaking NaNo and midterms and all that good stuff... NOT!), but I know after it ends we'll see a bit more posting action. Cant wait to see what you guys come up with!
Love you all, and happy Thanksgiving! <3
Once more, all that's left to say is THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for your participation and support. I know it's been a slow month (with freaking NaNo and midterms and all that good stuff... NOT!), but I know after it ends we'll see a bit more posting action. Cant wait to see what you guys come up with!
Love you all, and happy Thanksgiving! <3
@MissCapnCrunch If we can reserve FC's and colors, could you put me down for Abigail Cowen and the color C72C7E?
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