“Yeah, we can stop for your morning-after pill, but that’s a no on the condoms. You and the girls will take our cum like the good girls you all are,” he says, grabbing my hand and leading me out the bathroom door. I look at him in shock and shake my head. He must think I’m just going to agree with what he says; he must’ve forgotten who’s in charge here.
“Yeah, no. You are grabbing those condoms. Now, whether or not y’all use them is up to me, but they will be there just in case,” I argue. He nods as we reach the others, and we get into my parents’ SUV. I wonder what we’ll get into tonight.
8
Clara
Last night, when we got back to the beach house, we all changed into our PJs and headed to the living room to watch some new movie that just came out on TV. Halfway through the movie, we all fell asleep, and our one night being parent-free, where we could be as loud as we wanted to, was wasted. I guess the activities and anticipation from earlier in the day really wore us down. At about midnight, we all got up from the couches and went to bed. I slept with Brissa while Lena took her own bed, and the guys stayed in their rooms.
Yawning, I stretch my arms above my head and accidentally hit Brissa in the face. She groans and touches her face as she gets up quickly in pain.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,Corazón. Let me see,” I apologize.(my heart *term of endearment)
“Oww, that really hurt. What happened?” she asks.
“I’m so sorry. I was stretching, and I forgot you were here. I hit you by accident.”
“Oh, okay, well, can you see if there’s any ice so I can maybe put some on before I get a bruise?” she adds. I quickly get up from the bed and run into the kitchen to grab a dish towel and some ice from the freezer that the guys got last night at CVS. Quickly coming into the room, I see that she’s sitting up, and I sit next to her, putting the ice on her injured eye.
“Again, I’m so sorry,Corazón. It was an accident. I forgot someone was sleeping next to me.”
“It’s okay, baby. If it bruises, I’ll just cover it up with some concealer.”
I nod, and she takes the ice from my hands and places it on her face softly as she gets up from the bed.
“I’m gonna go take a shower and go downstairs. Looks like your sister is out already. I’ll be back. Thank you for the ice, baby,” she says, patting my shoulder.
Looking towards Lena’s bed, I notice that she’s not there. This is the perfect opportunity to call Ezra. He’s been texting nonstop since yesterday, and I’ve yet to answer him.
Ugh, I guess he doesn’t like that I haven’t answered him. He can go to hell, I don’t answer to anyone but the people in this apartment. I think I need to call him and end things since I only needed him to make me come when I didn’t have anyoneon campus, and I couldn’t resist the forbidden part of our situationship. Well, maybe a little FaceTime will do. He needs to see my face when I end things. I get dressed and walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My stomach growls. Well, it looks like that call will need to wait.I’m hella hungry.
“Don’t worry, Brissa. It’s just me. I’m going to wash up real quick. I need to call Ezra and let him know we are over.”
“Wow, are you ready for that? I know you liked him a lot.”
“I did, but it’s not fair to string him along if I’m with you guys.”
“With us, huh?”
“You know what I mean.”
She opens the curtain to the shower, points at me, and motions for me to come to her. I walk toward her, and she gives me a small, chaste kiss on the lips.
“I like the thought of you thinking about us as anus.” She smiles.
“I bet you do,Corazón,” I tease. She swats me away and closes the curtain. I finish washing up and head back into the bedroom.
* * *
After eating breakfast, Brissa left to hang out with Lena at the pool. I go to my room, and leave the door cracked. The boys are still sleeping in their room and this might be a good time to play around with them. I need to push our relationship further, and what better way to do that than faking a scene with Ezra to get their attention? Gathering my phone, I think about whatI should say to Ezra. After repeating the script in my head, I decide to text him that I’m going to FaceTime him.
I hit the FaceTime button near his contact information and lay back on my bed with the pillows propped behind me. He immediately answers, showcasing his obnoxiously beautiful face.
“Hi, beautiful. How are you doing? What happenedyesterday?” he asks.
“I just had to get settled in, and there was a big storm, so I mostly stayed in with my sister and cousins. Just spending time with family,” I answer. Spending some real up-close-and-personal time with my family, that is.
“I miss you, baby. When can I come and visit you?”
